Tension filled the air. I recognized the feeling that something important was about to happen. My shoulders tensed and I kept my hands fisted in my lap. I sat in an uncomfortable chair, my eyes wide, my heart pounding. Why had I agreed to this? I never was one for stress, nor did I handle it well. I wondered if I should have stayed home.
What should I expect? Would we get along? Oh, I knew I was meeting someone of the male persuasion for the first time, but I had no idea about those things most people want to know: how tall he'd be, how much he'd weigh, what color hair...did he even have hair? Images of me being swept off my feet boomeranged through my mind, and I imagined I’d have quite a story to tell. Besides, I’d discover the answers to all those burning questions I’d be asked.
Time ticked by. I probably could have left several times, but I really didn’t want to. In my mind, today was a special day and I was so ready for it...at least I thought. Before long, a nicely dressed man entered the room. He was quite handsome, I thought, and my heart fluttered when he signaled for me to join him.
"Stand right here," he said, and moved closer to the only other woman in the room. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I followed his instructions and stood, my legs wobbly, my hands shaking. I guess I was expected to do something since I showed up.
It didn't take long before I knew I'd made the right choice. I was so glad I came. The doctor turned from my daughter-in-law's side and placed my new grandson in my arms. "Here you go, grandma."
Turning pinker by the moment, the baby didn't cry, he didn't fuss, instead Spencer's gaze searched my face despite the overhead hospital light shining in his dark eyes, making them look like ebony gems. Although they say newborns don't smile, I swear his tiny lips curled as if to say, "I'm here, and I know you'll love me so much your heart'll hurt. You know what? He was right? The minute I first saw him my love blossomed and it's grown stronger ever day since that moment thirteen years ago. My Spencer! My Love! And the fact that he’s been diagnosed with Autism, just makes me love him more and I praise God for the moment I met my grandson. That moment will always be a cherished memory and I thank my kids for allowing me to share it.
|Spencer and Dad|
I promise next week to have a snippet from Sarah's Soul...I'm almost finished and then I plan to work on my mail-order bride story....and I'm not forgetting Deceived. I just have to make a deal with God to live long enough to finish everything. :)
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