....is now a teenager.
I have a teenage grandson. Unbelievable. Thirteen years ago today, my son and his wife gave me my very first grandchild. I wish I had the words to convey how it felt to hold that tiny little baby in my arms the very first time. I thought my heart was going to burst with the love that filled it up.
You love your children and they mean the world to you and that never changes. But a grandchild! Be still my heart. There isn't anything in the world that compares to seeing little bits of your own child show up in your grandchild.
Christian Garret. My first grandchild. I can't believe it has been 13 years. 13 years of birthday parties.
Thirteen years of smiles.
Thirteen years of fun.
Thirteen years of sparkle.
Thirteen years of mischief.
Thirteen years of laughter.
Thirteen years of love.
Happy birthday, Garret. We love you.
3 comments:
Is that a mustache? Good looking boy. He looks like a joy. Do you raise your grandkids, or are they just your pride and joy? :-)
How time flies! Happy Birthday to Garret! He looks so much like his Dad!
Yes, sis, he does look like his dad. And Rachel E., yes the mustache starting coming in last summer. I don't raise my grandchildren but I am blessed to have all 5 of them living in the same county as I do. And yes they are most definitely my pride and joy.
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