Saturday morning to-do list scrolls its way through my head.
Baby needs a bath.
I need a shower.
Dirty clothes waiting to be laundered.
Clean clothes piled on the basement couch wishing they would have just been hung up and folded instead of thrown.
Dishes in the sink with remnants of biscuits & gravy and scrambled eggs made this morning by a mom and daughter cooking team while dancing to Mandisa's awesome new CD Freedom.
Floors needing to be swept, scrubbed and vacuumed.
Bathroom begging to be cleaned.
Wal-Mart run needing to be made to refresh the fridge and cupboards.
So much to do.
And yet all I can do is watch.
Watch my 1 year old granddaughter Amiyah dance her way through my heart.
With her head full of hair just going in every direction.
Still in her purple one piece pj's.
Wearing a little touch of fancy as a purple tutu hugs her waist.
The purple tutu that once belonged to her Mommy Alyssa.
And I wonder...where has the last 19 years gone?
Where has this last year gone?
It seems like just yesterday Alyssa performed on stage in the same skirt of purple that makes her baby girl gasp in excitement.
It seems like yesterday Amiyah was welcomed into this world.
19 years...1 year...both gone and never able to get back.
So I put my to-do list away for the time and just enjoy Amiyah Elizabeth .
We laugh and give kisses.
I tickle her under her chin just to hear her laugh.
I tell her no when she gets into my pretty-pretties.
I applaud as she walks and wobbles and she joins me when she plops to the ground.
She chatters and I pretend to know what she said.
So full of expression on her face and in her sounds.
I tell her how beautiful Grandma's girl is...messy hair, tutu and all.
And I laugh as I try to get her portion of scrambled eggs out of her curls.
She is joy. She smells good. Life without her cannot even be imagined.
A true gift from God that will turn 1 year old on Thursday, April 9th.
Where has the time gone...
I encourage you to just love on those in your life today and don't let time get away from you.
Got to go...my Chunky Monkey is calling my name. At least I think that's what she said.