Throughout my life there have been times when I feel like Dalí's painting The Persistence of Memory.
You know the feeling, you're in the moment but then you're not.
Sunday was one of those moments.
I'm officially a grandmother, no more practice runs, no more quibbling about what I'll be called, the day of reckoning has arrived. Daughter gave birth to the most perfect baby boy at 6:47 a.m. MDT Sunday. It's real but then it's not.
As I waited at DFW for my connecting flight, I kept telling myself this is not a dream, your daughter is really in labor, this is not a dream, repeat, this is not a dream.
I drove from Salt Lake's airport in a dreamlike stupor, thinking, pondering about how surreal it all seemed. I was in the moment but then again it was as if this was someone else's life. I had a conversation with myself, that went like this:
Soon you'll be holding your new grandson. Are you ready for this? Ah, yes, no, yes, maybe. Oh, I don't know, this is all too weird. My child is going to have a baby. Ahhhh!
I really did say, Ahhhh. It brought me back to reality, out of my Salvador Dalí stupor, though it didn't last long, my touch with reality.
As soon as I walked into Daughter's hospital it all felt like I was in a dream moving in slow motion. I hugged Daughter and stared at Son-in-law as he held the child my child had birthed six hours earlier. So out of body, so weird.
Watching Daughter and Son-in-law tend to their beautiful son, I marveled at their tenderness and the instant love they have developed for him, which is as it should be. I never doubted their ability to be good parents, they are going to be wonderful parents, I just marvel at how instant that bond developed.
As surreal as this all seems, I know that the life Daughter and SNL created is a miracle from our Heavenly Father. I am so grateful to Him for this great gift he's given to our family.
And now, the first of what will through the years be many pictures of my first grandchild.
I think he's kinda cute, yes I am biased I am his grandmother after all.