Special to the Citizen
A grandchild is a beautiful gift from God. They love you , don’t ask for much except your love, don’t argue with you and then they go home to their parents, as needed. Bruce and I have been blessed with seven grandchildren , one for every year for seven consecutive years. Vivian, the oldest is 17 years ago. Like a lot of grandparents , I have an ornament with their sweet little faces framed in the Christmas ornament, one for each child, one for each grandchild.
This year as I reach in my Christmas box, and I rediscover each precious ornament, some made out of macaroni or dried okra, a few hand blown and even an original Trish Jones, the ornaments that I pause slowly and really reflect on are the ones with the precious faces of all my babies.
When I put Lucia ‘s ornament in the tree, I had tears because she will spend her Christmas in a small French village. (I know, sounds magical, doesn’t it?) I thought of all our Christmases and how she has made the last 15 a joy. I smiled and remembered how blessed we are that our Shoo Shoo (that’s what 12–month–old Vivi called her and it caught on) is loved by a French family and how she is so very lucky to have parents who have allowed her to spend her 10th grade year studying in France .
Merry Christmas, precious Lucia, you are in my heart and in my Christmas Tree. Jesus is with us and in our hearts, in France and in Madison.