The boys enjoy their great-grandmother’s foxtail. I often think she must love watching over them. I remember and now understand how much love our mothers had for their grandchildren. Even the negatives were moments to be treasured as rites of passage. It even included the time Ryan Joseph broke off the mirror of Gramma Lynch’s one month-old car, pulling our car out of the garage. She only worried about him feeling upset over it. When the boys start driving, I’m not going to bother replacing my car. I remember Terry’s mother sitting on the floor playing “Little People” for an hour with her grandchildren. I now know, it’s easier to stay on the floor than to try to get up.
I treasure the times their faces light up when you walk into a room. Or the squeal of delight as Grampa chases them around the kitchen. It’s worth cooking to have them sign “more, more” as they taste something new.
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