Preciousness

It’s almost impossible to put into words what grandkids mean to grandparents, how very precious they are.

We took a day trip down to Newton to see the kids because I didn’t think I could go another week. All the kids will be home next weekend for Christmas.

The things they say…Emmet asked me if I was joking when I asked if he believes in Santa. He said Santa doesn’t come to his neighborhood. He said he isn’t real but people can dream about him.

Emmet and Henry talk up a storm. Henry makes up stories about trees reaching space. He tries retelling things that happen “tomorrow” meaning yesterday. Emmet asks incessant questions. The way Henry can’t say his R’s. It makes everything he says so adorable. “I’m weady!”

I got to snuggle on the couch with both boys for an entire movie. They used to be so free with their affection but they are ALL boys now. Henry is very sweet but his hugs are earned. Eleanor is slow to warm up but we usually spend some time with her on my lap and at some point, she will lay her head down on me.

Eleanor is so interactive now. She says a few words but has no trouble communicating what she wants and needs. Playing pretend. We tucked her stuffed animals in and rocked them to sleep. Then later she helped me tuck her into Emmet’s bed.

I love their little arms and their smiles, their blue eyes. Emmet’s little feet were cold and Henry’s warm. They are growing so quickly but they are all so tiny. The way they look at me, Eleanor with curiosity, Henry with delight and excitement, Emmet with love and connection.

I knew these words wouldn’t capture the preciousness of the babies. I tried.