This morning I was sitting alone, in a quiet little apartment, watching the sun rise and waiting for a busy little girl and a tired mommy and daddy to awaken.
My mind wanders . . and my thoughts and my heart are full. I am reminded every single day how blessed I am in so many ways but on this particular morning, I am thankful beyond words for Nicole. I am thankful that, at least from what I can see, I’m always welcome to come and stay with them; I’m thankful that she’s a great mom to a happy little granddaughter, that Nicole takes pictures of Addie almost daily and sends them to me; I’m thankful that she makes time each day for Addie to video chat with me while I’m so far away. I’m thankful that she’s a great wife for my son . . that she’s just as happy putting on camo and going hunting, or helping skin a deer, as she is getting dressed up and going to Kansas City for a night out with Chad’s rowdy friends. I’m thankful that she and I can talk about everything and anything and I never worry that something I say, or the “tone” I use will be taken out of context and next thing I know, Nicole might be pouting. She’s not that kind of girl. I’m thankful that, even though she grew up in the same small town and never moved around, she’s willingly moved with Chad to two new towns in their short married life and she accepts that if Chad stays with his current job, there will be lots of moves in their future. Chad is a dreamer and Nicole goes along with whatever crazy ideas he comes up with.
Chad was just a little boy when I first heard Somewhere in the World by Wayne Watson. I bought the CD because of that song and to this day, it’s still on my iPod. I began praying for a wife for Chad, a great mother for my grandchildren and of course, it wouldn’t hurt that she would be a good daughter-in-law for me.
As I was looking over Facebook this morning, my friend, Bonnie, had shared a link to a blog post entitled “If My Child Marries Yours”. What a great idea! It’s time for me to begin praying for the parents of some little boy out there, who will some day be the husband of my granddaughter. I may or may not ever meet this wonderful young man but he’s out there, and I pray his parents are raising up a young man who will be a great husband to Addie and a great daddy to their children.
This morning, after reading that blog post, I am reminded to be thankful to Margie and Greg for raising a wonderful daughter! I’m also thankful they love Chad and treat him like their own son. Nicole’s grandparents and aunt and uncle have all accepted Chad into their family and with us being so far away, that’s a great comfort for me.