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For the past week or so, I have found myself zoning out and several minutes pass before I realize I’ve been absent:  I’m waiting.

 There’s so much wrapped up in those two little words, isn’t there?  Anticipation, uncertainty, questions, ponderings, dreams….. I find myself wondering so many inconsequential things when I zone out:  is this child a boy or girl? What color hair or eyes will they have? What day is going to be celebrated for the next 100 years as this child’s birth? Every morning I find myself wondering “will today be the day?”

It’s been years since I’ve had anything to truly day dream about. So I wait and I day dream…..


About delanequilts

Full time wife, mother, grandmother; friend to many; crazy aunt to a few. Avid lover of reading; 'making something from nothing'; karate! (Tang Soo!); nature and gardening though trying to cut back on time spent pulling weeds! Lover of essential oils!

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  1. Isn’t waiting fun? I think that awaiting the birth of a a grandchild is even harder than waiting for your own child to be born! I know that you are excited to be a Grandmother! It’s the best part of growing older!


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