I imagine it will be awhile before I have grandchildren, so today during the service I fantasized about all the little ones around me for whom I am Grandgodmother. How nice to be tangibly acknowledged in this self-acclaimed role by Lydia and her family after church because I had bought a wreathe to benefit her preschool. It was waiting for us out in the parking lot.
And sweet to remember a few Thursdays ago when we had gathered early for Church in the Darkness. Afterwards at breakfast together, her Mom had apologetically asked if anyone wanted to purchase holiday greenery. We were practically falling all over ourselves to exclaim, “YES!”
That’s the way Grandgodparents are, after all.