On Second Thought

Tuesday, I became a YaYa to the Second Power.

My daughter and her husband brought into this world my second grandson, a boy they have called Wild Thing #2 for the past eight or so months.

Officially, though, the little boy who now shares the largest part of my heart with 5-year-old Eli, is named Jack Robert.

While I was awaiting his arrival Tuesday, I spent a lot of time in the past thinking about when my first born - my daughter, - was growing up.

She required no sleep until she was in high school. Her favorite song was All My Exes Live in Texoma (her version) by George Strait.

Her first favorite doll, who she appropriately named “Baby” was a Cabbage Patch Baby she would wait for while it was in the washer and dress in her infant clothes.

After the doll years, we had girls night together a couple times a month where we would have a slumber party in the living room and watch BeetleJuice. I can lip sync that movie.

When her little brother arrived, she got her first best friend in life.

They played together for hours on the farm we lived on. They raised show pigs together, bounced each other off the trampoline, played at the Cadillac Ranch in Amarillo and fought like brothers and sisters should by the time they were in high school.

By adulthood, my son was the Man of Honor in his sister’s wedding. A perfect circle.

I can’t help but be excited for all the memories my daughter and her family are about to make – those that will gently spill into her memory during huge life-changing moments that make clear the path to now.

I have said here before that I was terrified I didn’t have enough room in my heart to love another baby so much when my son was born. I found out I was wrong.

My daughter found another depth to her heart Tuesday, one she will get to live in her entire life and I am excited for that.

Welcome to the family and the world, sweet Jack. I cannot wait to meet you. I already love you.