Autumn is my favorite season of the year. The leaves in New England start to turn vibrant red, yellow and orange. The bugs have gone away, and you can spend hours outdoors.
Autumn is also my favorite granddaughter. Actually, right now she is my only grandchild, so I guess saying she is my favorite is rather silly. Being the first, she will always have a special place in everyone’s heart.
Two years ago today, Autumn came into the world. A quiet little bundle all wrapped up in a blanket, with a little tiny cap on her head. We all sat out in the hall waiting to see a glimpse of baby Autumn. Other than when my children were born, it was one of the happiest days of my life.
Over the last two years, we’ve watched her grow in the beautiful toddler. Autumn is quite smart, with a definite opinion of her own. I won’t say it is the “terrible two’s”, because she has always known what she wants. The whines and screams have turned into words. Now, she can verbally say what she needs and wants.”Do you like rocks, Autumn?” I ask. “Yes, I do like rocks” says Autumn. “Why do you like rocks”? “I just like rocks!” Autumn says firmly. She does love being outdoors, and loves all things nature. A girl after my own heart.
I got her to take her first steps by bribing her with baby cheese puffs. She wanted that cheese puff, and I knew if she wanted it badly enough, she would take a step. It was so exciting to see, I wanted to cry. She loves to draw, and will spend hours with me just tracing her hands. She is fascinated by seeing her hands on paper.
I look forward to watching her grow from the toddler she is to a preschooler and beyond. But, I will tell you to see my son, holding his tiny daughter on that snowy, winter day two years ago was a beautiful moment. It was then I saw life come full circle.
Happy Birthday, Little Autumn