i must be babysitting. mind you, his little lordship is not so much a baby anymore. he talks, makes decisions (whether you like them or not) and has the most wonderful tantrums. reminds me so of his daddy at the same age.
when we bump into each other unexpectedly he shouts ... "it's granny!" for all the world to hear and runs to me as fast as his two year old legs will carry him, arms outstretched in welcome and a smile to chase away the ayrshire grey all over his handsome, little boy face.
grandchildren are such a blessing and i have six (number seven, waiting in the wings) of the magical creatures!
each one unique, each one special, each one a beloved child of my beloved children.
These Are The Good Times
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When I was heading out to the garden this morning to pick beans, I carried
a few plants I'd dug up and wanted to put on the burn pile and for the
first ...
17 hours ago
1 comment:
it's Granny! how wonderful!!
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