Back in the day...when my blog was young...I dedicated each Wednesday post to my grandpa.
He was one of my favorite people and I wanted the world to know him.
As the months draw closer to little Emily's arrival, my thoughts are turned more to my grandpa.
I don't know what you believe about life: where we came from and where we'll go when we die.
I believe that we lived in heaven before we were born; we lived there with our loved ones, and we waited anxiously for our earth experience.
And I believe that we'll return to that place when we die...to be reunited with those who have gone before us.
I have a hope...a hope deep in my heart...
...that my little girl and my dearest grandpa are together in that place called heaven.
I have a hope that my grandpa is preparing my little one for what she'll experience here.
I have a hope that he is teaching her with his wisdom and experience...that she will come filled with the love that my grandpa had for everyone he met.
And although she won't remember the time she spent with her great-grandpa, I have a hope that when she hears his name, when I tell her the stories of his life...something will flicker in her heart and she will feel peace.
And I hope that when it's time...that when she has said her goodbyes there, she will have given him a big hug, and then another one from me.
My grandpa's name was Lynwood, but he was known as Lyn by all who knew him.
Someday I hope that my little Emily Lynn will love the man whose name she shares as much as I do.