Nineteen. Where have the years gone. My first grandbaby turns 19 years old today. I find that so hard to believe. I can turn back the clock in my mind and remember the exact moment I held him for the very first time. Time stood still. My heart just melted. I was mesmerized by this beautiful little creature.
His beautiful eyes and contagious smile have continued to make my heart melt.
I remember the time him and my mom were at my house and she was letting him help make homemade biscuits. That was a wonderful day.
He was not one of those children that wouldn't smile for the camera. He always had a smile ready for me when I went to snap. Of course as he has gotten older, he's not so fond of getting a picture taken as he was in his younger days.
It wasn't long before he started shooting up in height and losing that little boy look.
He is definitely an outdoorsy child. He loves to hunt and fish and just be outside.
As a matter of fact, when I took this picture years ago, I titled it "Wishin' I was Fishin'." I'm pretty sure that is what he was thinking.
But they grow up way too fast and he has turned into a fine young man who is in college now and I don't get to see him like I wish I could. I miss those days of him coming over and us playing zoo together in the toy room. I miss the memories of going to the Deer Farm and the Zoo and Rainforest Adventure. I miss the days of miniature golf and going to the movies. I miss the game nights when Papaw would be working and me and Garret would play games all night and eat pizza and wings.
Happy birthday, Garret. I hope you have a great day!