While I was pregnant, I had a feeling that I was having a little boy. I am not sure why I felt like it was a boy but I just did. I guess you could say that it was a mother’s intuition already kicking in and just knowing.
On December 10th, I felt like I was having a boy even more. Honestly, after that I think I would have been shocked it I had a girl (not that I would have been upset but I would have been very surprised). On December 10th, the little man had not really moved around very much in my belly. I was starting to wonder if I needed to call the doctor. I decided to go workout and around 2:30 in the afternoon he started moving. I was oh so relieved that he was moving inside me. Those little movements mean so much when you are pregnant. A couple of hours later was when I received the call from my dad letting me know that my grandfather had passed away and my grandmother was in the hospital. My mom had found my grandfather around 2:30 that day.
We had not gotten to tell my grandfather that we had chosen Francis to be the middle name if we were to have a little boy. I honestly think that Grandpa knew and that is why Guyon started moving again that day. He had met Grandpa.
Before Guyon was born, friends of ours had heard about the project I was working on for my family and asked if we had any leftovers. They wanted to do something for our child. Being 35 weeks pregnant and going through the clothes again was heart wrenching. I had the worst time picking clothes out but I got myself to do it. We gave them some from both grandma and grandpa. I wasn’t really sure what would come of it.
Last weekend, we received a gift from them. It is a teddy bear made of two of my grandfather’s shirts and the red heart and his feet are grandma’s jacket. That blue and yellow striped shirt was a polo shirt that grandpa wore all of the time. We all remember him wearing it. The other blue shirt was a long sleeve shirt that grandpa got for Christmas or his birthday one year from the family. The red jacket was one we all remember grandma wearing. She wore it last July for the Fourth when I saw her for the last time. Thank goodness for the selfies we took with her that day.
This past week, I had my camera out taking pictures for Guyon’s 2 month birthday. I decided to lay the bear down on the floor with him and see what he did. The smiles and kisses were almost immediate. (We aren’t sure if he just smelled the McDonalds or White Castles ingrained in the shirts or not and he was just hungry.) To see my little boy with a memento of a great man, husband, father, grandfather, leader and servant made me so happy. I only hope that our little Guyon can live up to his middle name and know how much it means to us that he carries it on in the family. As much as I would have loved to not have to have one of these bears and for Guyon to actually meet his great grandparents, this bear means a lot to me and hopefully it will to Guyon too.
I know that grandpa was smiling down on us as I was taking these photos. I may get teary eyed thinking about the whole thing but these pictures help to make me smile and know that both him and grandma will always be with us and that we were so lucky to have them for as long as what we did.