The pony's been ordered

Today was the day my sweet mother has been waiting for. Waiting 2-*ahem*9 years for. She has been dubbed "ga ga". Yes, Gideon in all his wonder, made her the proudest Grandmother in the universe this afternoon when he uttered the words she's been longing to hear. What a hoot! She's been working with him for weeks, bless her heart, saying "grandma, grandma, grandma" over and over. He'd just give her a cockeyed grin and go about his business of saying "mama" or "dada" or his newest favorite, "vroom vroom". Not a "g" in sight. Until today. As she was leaving, he looked at her and said, in total clarity, "ga ga". You should have seen her face! I will remember that face for all my life. Utter awe. Complete and perfect love. I guess with grandkids, you get a second chance living out your own early mothering days. You own children's babyhood. I know she loves Gideon with a fire and passion that rivals mine, but to see her get her wish, a moniker, was just priceless. Tonight I know she's still beaming. And tomorrow, it will be the first story she tells to her friends at work, around her desk thats strewn with various pictures of her boy from birth to now. What a sweet, sweet day it was for our Ga Ga!