A miracle is when you receive a call while you are on vacation that says "Your granddaughter is coming two months early."
A miracle is that precious little girl being born healthy at only 1 lb and 14 ounces and only 13" long. But they had to keep her so she could be monitored while her lungs finished developing and she put on some weight.
A miracle is when Mommy gets to lift that precious bundle from the bed, to touch her, to feel her.
A miracle is that first feeding in Mommy's arms. Snugly and soft, like holding a tiny little baby doll.
A miracle is Daddy getting to hold his little bundle of joy. His daughter, his princess. The one who took his heart and will never give it back.
A miracle is Papaw getting to hold his first granddaughter just a week or so after she came home from the hospital. Just 2 months old and only 4 1/2 pounds. But she had Papaw wrapped around her little finger.
A miracle is watching that little tiny baby grow into a precious energetic little princess.
A miracle is that princess growing and having a head of long beautiful hair that weighs more than she does.
A miracle is watching that dainty little princess graduating from kindergarten. She's about 1/2 the size as the rest of her class. They call her the back pack with hair.
So what does a miracle look like? Like this. My granddaughter, Alexis Caroline. Happy birthday princess. You are the light of Mamaw's life and I love you. Thank you God for our little miracle.
