You aren’t here yet. Everyone is waiting for you to rush out into the big old world. And what a world it is! But, more on that later. For now, I just want to tell you how excited I am that you are to be born. I wish I could be there when it happens, to see your face, count your fingers and toes, stroke your soft newborn cheek. Too far away I am. Too far. But soon, I will be there. I will climb into a big metal bird and fly fly fly all the way to Oregon, all the way from my Great Smoky Mountain little log house. I will then stroke your cheek, rock you in my arms, and I probably will cry as I am about to do now. Your tough old Granny Kat rarely cries, but she would for you, dear one.
I had a funny thought. I was thinking about you 52 years from now, when you would be my age. I imagine you coming to see me as I rock on my porch of my little log house, the creek singing, the house warm inside, my wrinkled face bunched up in a smile to see you. You are the same age as I am now, I am 104. I say to you, “Granddaughter, 52 years ago, I sat on my porch thinking of you, waiting for you to be born. And now, in the blink of a cat’s eye, you have grown into a woman and stand before me 52 years old, the same age I was when I waited for you to come into this old world.” And you smile at me, stroke my wrinkled cheek, grown soft and thin as rice-paper. You say, “Granny Kat, you are crying!” And just as the day you came into the world, just as it will be when I am ready to go out of the old world.
Come soon and then wait for me and I’ll be there as quick as I can. And then the days and days and days will go by in a rush. Oh, it won’t seem so for you at first, but believe me, believe your Granny Kat when she says how quickly the days hurtle forward. I will tell your parents if I could one thing: Enjoy every little moment, for one day you will look back and wonder where all the moments have gone. But that is another story and one that has been told countless times by countless grannies. It will be such as it will be as it forever is.
Don’t be afraid to come into this old world. It is imperfect, but there is so much beauty and wonder to be found. I will see you soon, dear granddaughter…
Love, Your Granny Kat