Dear Andrew,

Three years ago Grandpa D and I flew to California to meet you for the first time! You were a bit tardy on your arrival, so we got to your home about the same time you did! Your mom and dad were adjusting to new parenthood, while being concerned about our comfort and clean sheets! I was quite impressed with how you handled both your parents and your grandparents. You were vocal when you wanted something and serenely sleeping when you didn't. We all had the opportunity to hold you, kiss you, comfort you, and love you, and we didn't think about anything else except your comfort and care.

Grandpa and I attended church the Sunday we were there. We had sluffed Sunday School class. (shhh, don't tell your parents!) I was outside enjoying the California winter, when a train of toddlers walked by, arms folded with serious smiles. There was a boy, about three, at the end of the procession. His sandy hair was slicked back except for a stubborn lock that hooked over his forehead. His tie was a tad askew and his shoelaces were undone. Yet, there was purpose in his stride and a look of determined reverence on his face. His folded arms seemed bolted to his chest as he brought up the rear of the nursery promenade. As the children rounded the corner of the church, I couldn't help but think of the newborn baby boy that lay in my daughter's arms. I pondered the idea of that baby being three, in a crooked tie and undone shoes, working on his reverence with fierce determination. I thought to myself, "Oh, so far in the future, it will take a while for Megan's baby to grow up!" I also felt a twinge of sadness, because I knew I would miss the moments that would shaped the wonderful 3 year old you would become!

Andrew, what seemed like forever, is now here. You are a bright, inquisitive, happy, loving child, who, I am sure is very reverent when you need to be! Your mom and dad are wonderful parents. You are a big brother to Iris. You are three! What I thought would take forever happened in a blink of an eye! The little boy I watched on his reverent march that February weekend has returned to remind me of all that is important. That little boy is you!

I love you Andrew, I am honored to be your grandma. Happy, happy birthday!

Love,

Grandma D