Eleven years ago, I joined a pretty cool, but very exclusive club. We call ourselves Grandparents.
Purpose of the club: to spend as much time as possible with our grandchildren.
Aims and objectives: to spoil said children just short of being asked not to watch them anymore until we can behave and follow the rules.
Mission statement: something along the lines of… Mess with our babies, we ride at dawn.
Now, the Dodgers are my favorite baseball team because I married a man who loves them. I decided my favorite color based on my mom’s color preference. Dr. Pepper is my favorite drink because, well, it’s flawless.
But my granddaughter? When she arrived, I discovered an entirely new meaning of the word. She became pretty much my favorite everything.
Every time we say goodbye, I whisper to her, “You’re my favorite!”
Before you bristle at my bias, understand that I have every intention of whispering the same thing to her baby sister, her little cousin, and the fourth and last granddaughter on the way – and I will mean it every time. Because of love, I have the capacity to make that statement true. Love works like that, and I want those children to feel so loved that they can believe they are a favorite.
Maybe your New Year needs to start off by remembering we serve a God who is the president of your fan club! Every day, every hour, every minute, He whispers, “You’re my favorite!” No matter how you may compare yourself to others, He says, “I have loved YOU with an everlasting love.” (Jeremiah 31:3) May this be the year you feel loved like a favorite! It is true for each and every one of us, and it will never not be true.
With love,
Mrs. Mason