There are few things in this world that compare to the joy of being a grandmother. Though we live two provinces away so I don’t get much “gamma” time, I am thankful to live in an age of technology when I can see recent pictures and real-time video, and hear my grandson’s adorable voice.
The day before I became a grandma, I had a surgical procedure to remove cancer from my breast. Part of the procedure included needles of blue dye to locate lymph nodes. The dye eventually makes its way out of the body through urination.
The next morning Weston was born, and I was recovering at home. I had just returned to bed from the washroom when my son phoned to tell us “It’s a boy!”
Now, it was probably the drugs talking, but I think my response was “Yahoo! I’m celebrating by peeing blue!”
Today Weston is three years old.
Happy birthday, precious boy. We love you.
Marnie writes from northern British Columbia. She shares from her heart, drawing from both painful and joyful life experiences, where she believes God's presence makes all the difference.