Call Me “Lovie”: A Grandmother’s Grand Debut

Big news: the li’l fella has arrived! My grandson made his grand entrance late Sunday, and I officially stepped into my new role as Lovie. My baby girl went into labor late Saturday, and by the time Sunday night rolled around, we were all smitten with a brand-new baby boy. He’s as adorable as you’d imagine—those tiny fingers, that sweet little face. It’s been love at first sight (from a respectful distance, for reasons I’ll explain).

Now, about the name "Lovie." My daughter decided that everyone needed a nickname so when she talked to the baby about us, it would be easy to identify who’s who. With two grandmothers in the mix, each of us got assigned our own title. My son chose "Lovie" for me. He says I infuse everything with love, which is sweet of him to say. I like it because it sounds soft and easy and reminds me of my mother's Virginia roots.

Here’s the bittersweet twist: while I flew into Santa Monica just in time for the action, I managed to catch a nasty bug en route from Paris. It’s more of a persistent cough than anything else—likely a case of asthmatic bronchitis—but it’s kept me in bed and away from the baby. So far, I’ve had to settle for gazing at endless photos of the li’l fella. You can imagine how eager I am to finally meet him properly.

In between tea refills and plenty of rest, I’ve been watching The Madness on Netflix. It’s gripping, full of twists, and just what you need to pass the time when stuck in bed. On the literary front, I’m reading Diana Chambers' The Secret War of Julia Child. Who knew Julia’s life had so much intrigue? Highly recommend if you’re in the mood for some spy secrets mixed with culinary history.

Stay tuned for when I finally get to hold the li’l fella—I’ll be sharing that moment (and probably a picture or two). For now, it’s me, my cough, and my tea—but the second I’m germ-free, that baby better be ready for some serious cuddles.

Wishing you a wonderful week, full of health and good stories.

Warmly,