#celebratelu2017 More Small Miracles

I wrote about small miracles

Last week and

This week

There were more.

There were dire diagnoses

For a nonagenarian

Back to and then from

The big, bad medical center,

Yet, in spite of isolation,

In spite of the predictions,

She continues to fight

To get back home again.

There was an air-born branch

On a gusty afternoon

That hit my rental car

Causing some damage.

Yet, when I called,

Concerned, worried

About next steps,

They had a clear of a plan

To take care of it all.

There was a small miracle

Born to my son and his wife,

A baby brother to my 

First-born grandson.

With baby soft cheeks

A prefect nose,

Itsy-bitsy diapers,

Making tiny baby
 Gurgling sounds,

Wrapped like a burrito

Causing this Grammy 

To have a spring in her step

That belied the cold, winter day.

Who knew it was possible

To love your grandchildren

So very much?

Perhaps it is that

Grandchildren fill a space 

In your heart

You never knew was empty?  

Or perhaps a grandchild 

Causes your heart to

Grow a full size?