It happened something like this. . .

Sitting in the large, open auditorium, I was tired, but it was a happy tired. You see, our daughter was getting married; and I had managed to acquire the church, where she had grown up going to Sunday school and church from a small child to adulthood, for her wedding day.

Everything was ready and the decorations were lovely.  My feet were aching in their high heels, as I had been running here and there from the bridal dressing room to the sanctuary, checking on the last minute details of the upcoming nuptials. But I was so excited for the afternoon and evening ahead.

Suddenly, I saw the little blue eyed, blond headed, ringer bearer ~ the little cousin to my soon to be son-in-law ~ come running toward me. He had just turned three, and was a beautiful bundle of little boy precociousness. I watched him cross the wide aisle and hurl himself at me.

Grabbing my one leg that was crossed over the other; resting his chin on my knee, he hugged tightly as he looked up at me with glowing features.

“Grandmother!” he exclaimed. “I love you.”

Well now, you should understand, up to this point I had only seen this little fella from a distance, and really didn’t know him at all. Pulling him up onto my lap, I snuggled him close and asked him why he had called me grandmother.

“You know that I am not your Grandmother,” I smiled.

Throwing his head back against my shoulder to look trustingly up at me, he said, “Yes, you are my Grandmother. I know you are my Grandmother. And ‘sides, you have blue eyes just like me, so I am ‘specially’ yours.”

There was no dissuading this little man child, and so I chuckled and hugged him tight. I then replied, “Well, if I had a grandson, I would want him to be just like you.”

We laughed and teased for a bit longer before he was off to the next adventure in the big wide world of this unusual place, called the sanctuary.

It was some months later that this selfsame little one truly did become my grandson. You see, through a set of rather unusual circumstances, he was taken in by my daughter and her husband shortly after they were married. As time went by, they determined to adopt him and make him ours.

From that first day of coming into his life, I was, and likely forever will be, his very ‘special Grandmother.

I consider it a joy and a treasure to know that there is one little boy in this tired old world who picked me, out of all the world of grandmothers, to be ‘specially his.

He is now twelve years old and is nearing his teenage years, and for various reasons, I rarely get to see him these days, if at all. . . but in my heart, he is, and always will be my very ‘special Grandson, too. . .

Luke 18:16  But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God.

Ephesians 1:5  Having predestined us unto the adoption of children by Jesus Christ to himself, according to the good pleasure of his will. . .