They change our world. When we see those tiny toes, squinty eyes, toothless gums and fuzzy heads, we just melt. They bring us hope because we see all of the possibilities in their future and maybe even in our own.
I have been told for years how special it is to become a grandparent and how it takes loves to a whole new level and though I believed it, I couldn’t really grasp it. Until Killian Thomas.
Killian has brought sunshine to a world that was kind of a lackluster gray before him. I was so blessed to see him born, take his first breath, cry his first cry of protest, and meet his mommy eye to eye. He is perfect in every way and I intend on being a grandmother who will dote, spoil and teach for as long as I’m on earth. While we are on the subject, please don’t call me grandma. The person I called grandma was all mothball smelling and completely antiquated to me so I’ve decided on an Irish pet name for Grandmother (Seanmháthair) and it’s Móraí. Next question you’re going to ask is how to pronounce that. Think More-ee. Easy breezy.
My daughter…so proud of her. She’s had a bit of a rough year and remains strong in determination. My prayer for her is that she really grab hold of her worth, which is more than gold (true worth isn’t what other people think, my sweet babboo). She has a fiery spirit, an overflowing personality, a sensitive heart and she is in love with her little boy. It’s a beautiful thing for me to watch it unfold and blossom.
I could stare at this little boy for hours. This tiny little nugget with a middle name that honors my deceased dad. This sweet little boy who will grow up to be a man of integrity and purpose.
You make my heart flood with joy, Killian…my little lovebug.
Blessings,
Morai…that’s awesome. My grandchildren call me yia-yia….Greek for grandma. It started ás a joke and turned into the name. Enjoy your new position in the family Morai! !