So on May 25th, 2016, at 6:39 p.m. my world got even fuller. My grandbaby, Emmitt, or as he is also known as (My G-baby, my Squishy baby, Grunty Baby or “him’s the tootest!”) was born! Words really can’t describe what it’s like to be a Grammie, but I’m going to try. He is the perfect blend of my son, Ethan, and his momma, Ashley. They are great parents who love that little one so much! They are handling their new roles like champs and with a great deal of ease, maturity, and poise. I am so proud of them. You know, it’s such an amazing thing to have children, to know that “this little human” is a part of you, but then when you get handed your grandbaby, well, that is a whole new level of life and awesomeness!!! It’s legacy! It’s spectacular! I didn’t really know what that love was until that moment. I remember getting the text from my son saying he was here, and I could come upstairs to see him for the first time. I literally jumped up out of my seat and yelled in the middle of the hospital lobby. It’s surreal. The absolute two best days of my life happened on October 24, 1993, and October 20, 2005, when MY two babies were born. But now I get to add a third best day, May 25, 2016. Ten pounds, 14 ounces and 23 inches of the sweetest, most precious, most cuddly, preciousness ever! I already have my next tattoo planned! I love you, Emmitt!