Our youngest grandchild and my mom were born on the same day (September 4). Mom was born 87 years earlier is all. Today they met for the first time.
Mom's hearing isn't so good and she couldn't hold Kali for too long, but their time together was so sweet. Listening to my mom talk about my own birth and my brother's and sister's with our son and his wife there was just wonderful. Magic moment.
Here's hoping Kali and her brother and sister retain at least some memory of their great-grandmother as I do mine. My mom's grandmother was a tiny woman from Germany with grey hair who was alive during Lincoln's life who told stories about her life to me and my siblings and cousins. I have fond memories of those days of my youth. I hope our grandchildren can be telling similar stories when they get to be my age.
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