She arrives.
June 20, 2025. A tiny, early, determined girl, and a grandmother holding her for the first time. The first days home, the first long looks, the summer light pouring in. The year began the way the best ones do, with someone new to love.
Settling in.
Golden afternoons and the first cool mornings. Walks with the stroller, leaves to point at, and a Thanksgiving table with every chair full. She grew a little more every week, and you were there for all of it.
Her first Christmas.
The tree, the lights, the wrapping paper she liked more than the gift. Bundled up and passed from arm to arm, the whole family together and warm. Her very first Christmas, and your first as Grandma.
Everything blooms.
Sitting up, then reaching, then off and moving. First tastes and funny faces, flowers to touch, and a Mother's Day that meant a little more this year. Spring suited her. It suits you too.
Full circle.
Here we are again in the sun. Chloe is nearly one, you are turning sixty-six, and the two of you have a whole year behind you now. The first of many. Happy birthday, Grandma Lily.
