That baby has just weaseled her way into my heart in ways I could not have predicted. I don't really remember feeling this way with my own children. Sure I felt attached to them and was overjoyed by their presence. But not like this. Having my own children felt like an awesome responsibility. It made me fearful of so many things I hadn't previously considered. I worried and wondered and thought way too much about way too many things. Having a grandchild is different. The worrying belongs to her parents. I only feel joy.
That baby has impacted so many lives already. She has four great-grandparents and four grandparents who ooh and ahh over every expression captured in person and in every photo and video. We all demand a continual stream of them via text, video chat, email, and social media. We dream for her and tell everyone (even when they are not interested) just how amazing, clever, and cute she is. Her many aunts, uncles, cousins and friends want to know all about her and share in the excitement of her just "being." I don't think there is anything more exciting than bringing a new life into the world. Everyone wants to be part of it, and is reminded of the true meaning of life.
Holding that baby is simply intoxicating. No matter how difficult life might be at the moment, it somehow all disappears when she is in my arms. I just can't get enough of her. Being away from her for too long is simply intolerable. I find myself making short-term and long-term plans around her.
Mostly I just feel so grateful to have that baby in my life, which will never be the same again.