Ready or Not. . .

Life has a way of. . . well. . . happening. We can plan. And we can imagine what the future holds. But in the end it really just happens.

So here I am. Thirty-six years old and soon to be a Grandma. Very Soon.

I wouldn't have planned it this way. I would have rather felt more, um, Grandma-ish before I jumped into this role. I would have rather felt more prepared. I would have rather things went more according to my plan.

But, as I have been reminded time and time again, life happens. And my "plan" is just something to look back and laugh about.

I know this isn't the ideal situation, but I also know that my granddaughter will be loved completely and well cared for. I know that my daughter will be an amazing mother. And I know I will figure out this Grandma thing without filling my closet with elastic waist slacks and cardigan sweaters with used tissues tucked away in the pockets.

I am nervous. About what this big step means for all of us. But I am also feeling more excitement and anticipation than I can adequately express. And I already love this little girl more than you can imagine.