Baby’s first spring blooms with joy. There’s grass for sitting and nature’s their toy. There are leaves to touch and bugs to see, flowers to smell and the buzz of a bee. ~ The sun is warm and the sky is blue. A breeze tickles toes where once a shoe. Daring they get and start to crawl. They chase the cat chasing the ball. ~ Mom gets it first and giggles they share. She tosses the ball high in the air. Little eyes get rubbed, its naptime soon. Then there’s lunch on a spring afternoon.
I started the day in the usual way. But life was soon to change. The sun rose as everyone knows. Then set to a feeling that’s strange. ~ Blind to the notion of this surge of emotion, quickly I rushed to my pad. My scribbles were new and for now but few. And soon they’ll be signed as Granddad.