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.
Quiet
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On Sunday evening when we were having our martinis I asked if we could go
out to the front porch for a little while and everyone agreed that we
could....
13 hours ago
1 comment:
it's Granny! how wonderful!!
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