Babies grow and change by the minute
I've been alternating between Greenville and our new baby and home for the last couple of weeks, and it's hard to believe the transitions taking place.
Last week posed some trials for the new mom and baby, but by the end of the week, it was looking like they had made the turnaround and were settling in. Pearce is still tiny, but she's growing nicely, and Liz is figuring out what it means to be a new mom.
But by Saturday, they were doing so well that they thought maybe a short trip to our house was in order. My friend Susan's son, Ernie, got married on Dec. 15, and there was a wedding show for Ernie and Amber on Saturday in Aiken. Liz thought it would be a good test run to make the two-hour trip for the shower, spend the day and head back home that night.
And it turned out to be a delightful day. Pearce appears to love the car. Like so many babies, you put her in the car and she falls asleep. She pretty much slept for the entire trip.
Once at our house, Cade and Payton were definitely taken with her. Payton had already made the bond through FaceTime. She is thrilled to watch the baby on the screen as Liz and I talk, so she was excited to see Pearce in person. Her only concern was she didn't understand why she couldn't feed the baby. (Her only other experience with little babies is a stepcousin on her dad's side who is bottle-fed, so Payton can take part in feeding her.)
It was also fun to watch my son with the baby. Mac and his girlfriend, Joy, and Joy's daughter, Ariah, all came to visit Saturday afternoon. All three of them were smitten by the new-baby bug. It did my heart good to see the tenderness with which Mac handled his new niece. He's always been the one Cade and Payton turn to when they want to play, but I haven't had many chances to see my son holding a newborn in a way that assures me someday he's going to be a terrific dad.
I stayed the weekend at home, so I had a chance to go to church, where there were more pleasant surprises. First Presbyterian has someone who crochets layette items for every newborn in the church, and apparently that extends to grandchildren. We were presented with an adorable handmade sweater with a hood, booties and blanket. What a wonderful thing. It makes me want to start knitting again.
We had our usual family dinner Sunday evening with Mac and Cat, Scott, Cade and Payton. And I was reminded how quickly kids change even when they're 5 and 3 - remember Payton had a big birthday last Sunday. They look so grown up.
As I returned to Greenville to continue helping out as Vince travels this week, I thought about how important it is to treasure every moment. We're so lucky today that we all have cell phones with cameras and can capture every precious moment, but sometimes we're so busy taking pictures that we forget to savor that moment as it happens.
Pearce has changed so much in her three weeks of life that I'm amazed. One minute she looks just like Vince, and the next, she's the spitting image of Liz at that point in her life.
And nothing beats the feeling of an infant nuzzled against your neck - unless maybe it's the feeling of a 3-year-old climbing in your lap just because she knows it's a safe place to be, or maybe it's the joy of having your 5-year-old grandson come to YaYa for a little comfort when he's hurting. The beauty of grandchildren is that you get to savor those moments, and I can already see that every stage of their lives is going to be a gift where I'm concerned.
As I've said before, I'm just thrilled that I can be a part of their lives on a regular basis. What a treasure.