Our 17 year old grandson still loves hearing me tell the story of his birth: he looked right into his mom's face as she spoke to him right after he was born. I pronounced him a genius then and there. His daddy would wrap him in a blanket time and again, and each time his little feet would flop out the other end. Most newborns have that frog-leg syndrome; not our boy. He was growing those legs from birth. He now wears a size 15 shoe and is a volley ball pro at 17. He's 6'4" and does he have a future!
Our little darling with red ringlets who used to toddle and jabber, is readying herself for prom. Her brother is a freshman in high school and has shot up and out of sight. The 13 year old who loves red hot corn curls was surprised when Grandpa surprised her with her very own bag of them.
My son and his family came bearing news: they sold their house and are moving; their daughter has a lead in her school play, and her 11 year old brother still sits beside me and asks me to rub his back.
My daughter and her husband brought an old photo album. Yes, there were comments.
Bill looked at his "little girls" and wondered where the years went. Their husbands watched War of the Worlds. Hubby and I told them the original was so much better.
From preschoolers who can sing Twinkle Little Star to an almost 21 year old grandson with a very lucrative lawn care business (makes more than our combined income) and our 24 year old first "baby" who is 12 weeks away from having her own little pumpkin...cousins who still tease one another...OUR FAMILY! What a fun, sunny day. I am exhausted and feeling so blessed to have such happy, healthy kids all together at the same time. Hope you have a great week.