My 20th grandchild will be born day after tomorrow. Kendra will be welcoming her third child, a girl, on Thursday via Caesarean section. Kendra lives far away in Kansas, and I am feeling useless here in Oregon, but her darling mother-in-law will be flying out to stay for a couple of weeks. Thank goodness for grandmas with flexible schedules.
Maleena shared with us this week that her baby, due in May, is a boy. He may have twenty older cousins, but he will be no less precious to me than every other grandchild in our family.
I don't count sheep when I'm having a hard time falling asleep at night. I count grandchildren. I picture them, each one, one at a time. I think of their warm little bodies snuggled into their beds, or the covers flung off, feet jammies sprawled across the mattress. Most of them live far away, and many of them are so little they don't remember me.
But I remember them, every single one. I'll be waiting here in Oregon for our newest little one. Welcome!