Dear future grandkids,

Disclaimer – No one is pregnant. No one is even thinking along those lines. This letter is just me, ramblin’. 

You guys are going to be blessed. You will have some of the coolest parents in town. I know that for a fact because I raised them.

I thought now was as good as time as any to make you a few promises. If they’re in writing, they have to be kept, right? Kind of like a contract. Well, at least my written or typed words will serve as a reminder if ever I need one. Hopefully, I won’t need remindin’.

I’ve no way to know if you’re going to belong to Corey or Casey. I’ve no idea if you are to be a girl or boy. I’ve no idea if you will be one or many. I’ve no way to no when you will bless us with your presence. You are just a figment of my imagination at this stage of the game.

I’m sure, whoever you are, you’re gonna be a force to be reckoned with, remember I raised your momma or your daddy.

I have had a lot of time to think lately and those thoughts are where this letter began.

First of all, your parents are going to tell you stories about me. Believe them, no matter how crazy they sound. Corey and Casey will have plenty! They will tell you about the time I was yelling at them when they were kids and the kitchen chair broke with me in it. It’s a favorite of theirs. They will probably tell you about the day I ran the boat into the floating dock. Make sure either your daddy, Corey or Uncle Corey tells the story. If Blake is your daddy, he will tell you about the time he thought I was possessed. I wasn’t. Just chewing on cinnamon candy after a little brain surgery I had but it makes a really good story.

They will probably gripe about how they were raised and have an ax to grind. They’re going to be hell bent on doing some things different than me and your grandpa did. That’s ok. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I think that’s the circle of life.

Some of the best memories I have of my childhood include my granny. She taught me to crochet, play Go-Fish, sew and use my imagination. She set the bar high. I hope I can do her legacy justice.

I want you to know that I’ll make sure that we have amazing adventures. We will spend a lot of time outside. We will get dirty.

You can bet at some point, I will make sure you can bait your own hook and take your own fish off.

I’ll read you books. Books like Charlotte’s Web and Old Yeller. I’ll probably cry when reading them. You’ve been warned.

We’ll go to the beach. We’ll ride the ferry and feed the seagulls. When you’re old enough, we will go crabbing.

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We will do crafts! All kinds of crafts!

I will always speak highly of your parents. I will never and I mean never undermine their authority, even if I disagree with them on their parenting decisions. They are your parents. I get to sit back and watch this go round.

I’ll make sure to have your favorite snacks on hand, always.

I’ll love you unconditionally, even when you tick me off.

I will never be too proud to tell you I was wrong. I will never be proud to say I’m sorry. One day, when you tell your kids about me, I want those traits to come to your mind before any other.

As you get older, I will give advice if asked. I’ll do my best not to push my views on you.

Now, your grandpa or whatever he winds up being called IS going to pick on you. Let me tell right off, your momma or daddy survived him. Ask daddy Blake or Uncle Blake about some grandpa stories! He survived him too. Picking is his love language and you will LOVE him. If I was a betting woman, I’d put money on you wrapping that man around your finger from the get go.

A month or so ago, “grandpa” started putting random trinkets in a Mason Jar. Costume jewelry, beads and other unique things he’s come across. Oh and a few old Cracker Jack toys. I asked him why he was doing that. He said so that his granddaughter would have a treasure jar one day. If you’re a boy, I can assure you he has plenty of trinkets and treasures for you to peruse as well.

I’m not going to lie. I worry what the world will look like when you’re growing up. I hope that you will come to know Jesus as your savior at a young age and have pride in your country. Those are two things that seem to have been put on the back burner these days. If you turn out anything like my kids, or Blake for that matter, you’ll be just fine. No, you will be better than fine.

It’s crazy that I’m old enough to even think about the future you. I’m looking forward to meeting you one day. Oh the fun we are going to have. Until then, I’ll keep adding to my list of things we’ll do together.

Not sure how to close this letter. Grandparents these days have all kinds of  trendy and creative names. How about I keep it simple and just say, with all my love kiddo.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your grandpa or whatever you are going to call him will probably pick on you. It’s his love language. You will survive and you will love him as much as I do. He started a trinket jar for you about a month ago. Well, that is if you are a girl. It’s nothing fancy, just a mason jar full of costume jewelry, beads and baubles. He’s got plenty of stuff for you to fiddle with if you are a boy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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