I’d have to agree with them now. Our two little miracles are wonderful. Whenever I hold each of Brit and J. P.’s little babies in my arms, I marvel at how perfect God has made each one. I experience awe and amazement that these little beings are genetically part of my child and, therefore, of me. The wonder of these newborns evokes a joy and bliss that I have only known when my own two children were born, however, this is somehow still a little bit different. I feel like the elation and adoration for them has to be shared. Whenever I had my own children, I didn’t feel like I could boast about them, but now, with these grandbabies, I feel compelled to shout from the highest mountain that they are the most remarkable infants since the first Christmas.
When I give them their bottles, they make sweet gulping noises. As I cuddle them on my shoulder, I close my eyes and listen to them sigh. Their soft breath falls delicately on my neck. Little grunts emanate from them as they sleep. While holding them in my arms, I just gaze at them and drink in their splendor. The little noises and expressions they make amuse me. With each small movement, I surrender to a deeper bond. Needless to say, they have charmed me and captivated my heart. Every little motion and gesture exhilarates me. . . like it’s never been done before by any other baby. . . which is silly, of course, but still I am mesmerized by them.
Lila and Gage are two unique little babies. Because they are twins, they share many likenesses, but in many, many ways, they are very unlike each other. The Lord has blessed Brit and J. P. with two perfect little souls to nurture and protect. With the role of grandmother comes special privileges. I can share with Lila and Gage that unconditional love without reservation. I can boast of their accomplishments no matter how minute. I am justified in being impractical and biased where they are concerned. Others will have to overlook my gaffes because, after all, I belong to them now. I am their Gigi.










