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It's All in a Name

Wyatt Buz Fish


Ironically, I was going to post pictures of Wyatt today before I knew of my grandmother's passing. It is bittersweet looking at Wyatt and this new life while another one ended. Although he was named after my Grandpa Buz, my grandma is such a part of his name too. You see, there is no Grandpa Buz without Grandma.

Wyatt was the most wonderful "surprise" Scott and I could ever receive. I look back at the journey we have been through to create this perfect little family of five and I am in awe! When I became pregnant with Wyatt everyone said it happened for a reason. Well, the reason could not be more clear today. I look at Wyatt and am beyond grateful to our perfect God for blessing us with him and allowing me to name him after two very special and amazing people. Even though Wyatt was created for many reasons, I can clearly see that one of them was specifically for this time. I look into his new little eyes and see a great life ahead yet to be fulfilled and remember the life of my amazing grandma who has touched me beyond measure.

You see, God knew exactly what he was doing when He created Wyatt. He knew that we all needed a new little life to celebrate; a life that will carry on the memory of my grandma, and grandpa, forever. I will always look at Wyatt, or "Little Buz," and remember the love, support, and laughter that my grandma brought to my life. Thankfully she was able to hear him "talk" over the phone and was brought to tears.

I will miss my grandma forever. It will be strange to call her house and not get to talk to her and hear her funny stories and how proud she is of me. But, I get to look at this precious angel everyday and be reminded of the wonderful life and memories that I shared with a very special woman who will forever be held dear to my heart.















Comments

The Manzo's said…
I love you so much Megan! You're such a strong woman and I'm so honored to know you. Of course this made me cry, I can truly FEEL the love pouring out of this post. I can't wait to see you next week and hold sweet little Wyatt, give little Grady a BIG HUGE kiss, and sweet Jackson a BIG hug!!!! (OH and of course Scott too!). Love you friend.

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