Go Ahead and Call me ...

Dearest Mason Gregory,

Before you came, "Grandma" was not an option. Who wants to be old enough to have a grandson?

Who wants to be nick named "Granny?" Images of wrinkle faced women, holding over sized brown vinyl bags, dressed in upholstery designed fabrics scare me.

But oh, the joy! When I first held you, 16 hours after you emerged from the womb, it didn't matter. I was proud to be your Grandma. I was so filled with thanksgiving for you, delivered straight from heaven.

Only God could have created such an unexplanably perfect bundle.

I never thought I would adore anyone as much as I adored my very own babies.

Holding you, seeing you, is truly a spiritual experience.

There is a God.

And He is so good to me,

Grandma Gulley