As she sat in that spa chair, I reminisced about her baby days when I kissed and counted her piggies. I bought her shoes from birth through high school.
These feet have carried Nana's girl through life so far. I can still see her in her little purple sweat suit on my mother's lawn as she took her first steps.
All of us, no matter where we are in our life's pursuits, have to start with baby steps.
Next, she was off and toddling, giggling, and getting into everything.
Before she was three, she zoomed into my classroom for a visit, sat down and joined us at circle time. When I asked the class, "If babies are little, then mommies are____?" Ashley blurted, "BIG, and Nana's are FAT." Laughter rang out from my coworker and also the teacher next door.
Three years of preschool because of her fall birthday, made me one happy grandma to have her so close all those years.
Then, she was off and strutting into kindergarten and paving the way to so many successes during her school years.
Ahhh, high school! I wonder if she remembers running all day on those tootsies, as we shopped for her prom dress. All day, and then we ended up back at the first store.
She marched right into the heart of a coworker when she was 17, followed her path through college and, then two years ago she marched down the aisle with her sweetheart.
Today they are weeks away from kissing the little piggies of their little boy, Liam. She went for an ultrasound yesterday, and the technician placed the wand on the right side of her belly. The tech said, "Oh look, there are his little piggies. Ooops!" She trailed the wand across her belly to the left side. "Oh no, there go his little piggies!" He curled into a fetal position, flipped over and poked his bottom up to the camera. Let's just say his daddy is proud, but his mama has to go to the hospital for the Cadillac of ultrasound machines so they can get a good look at his spine.