Letters: New arrival

I have my first granddaughter. And I have typing to do that should have been done two days ago, but I don't care. I have a new granddaughter.

She's beautiful, even though she has a bruise around her eye from the battle of 24 hours of labor. There are puffs of dog hair everywhere I look in on the ground floor of my house, but I don't care. I have a precious little fuzzy head that will lay on my shoulder. There is dirt from the garden tracked all over my house, but I don't care. There is a new little life that will smile for me when she won't for other people. There is a stack of books and magazines that have been sitting in a chair for a week, but I don't care. Makaleigh Shaye is here, and she is the cutest baby in the world, beating out her mother and aunt when they were babies. There are two days of dishes stacked up in the kitchen sink, but I don't care. After 24 hours of labor and a C-section, my daughter and son-in-law have given me the gift that reminds me of how unimportant 99 percent of things in this life are, a gift who will remind me again and again of how good God i,s a gift that will make me smile and laugh and rejoice in the simplest things, a precious gift that will renew my spirit and make me want to be a better person.

My house is a mess. my work sits undone. I have bills to pay. but I don't care. Makaleigh Shaye is here to remind me of what life is really all about.

Cindy Rush

Conway