There are so many memories of my first grandchild and because I baby sat with him every chance I got, I was able to do many things with him. No matter what was in town for kids, I took him. It could be a play, show, rodeo, circus, parade, zoo, museum, games, swimming, or a movie. We spent a lot of time together and now here he was, twenty-one year's old; a young adult.
Here I was again, stuffing food into my body. We all had "left-overs" when we couldn't eat any more of the tasty food so maybe we do know when to stop eating!
They surprised me by giving me a large Christmas bag and when I opened my gift I realized he knows me quite well. The brown, tan and black wrap was perfect because those are my favorite colors. I also liked by white, wooly mittens. When I said, "I love these colors." He nodded and said, "I know."
I gave them their gifts, we hugged and kissed, and they were off to his other grandmother's home. Another beautiful day filled with lots of love and affection.
"Perfect love
sometimes does not come
till the first grandchild."
Welsh Proverb
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