How quick they grow up
My, how quick they grow up. One day a baby and the next, a young lass with a fondness for prancing and dancing and chattering away in pretty girl’s dresses. Yes, our one and only grandchild is on the verge of turning two.
Becoming a grandparent makes you feel old doesn’t it? Where I stand, I’m well and truly on the road to being really old. With the decades behind me tallying just over five, they’ll surely outweigh the ones that lay before me; that’s life.
But you have to admit, while grandchildren remind us of our own mortality, they bring out the youth in us and rekindle our knee high to a grasshopper memories. And wasn’t I perfect little Angel back then; not.
Becoming a grandparent makes you feel old doesn’t it? Where I stand, I’m well and truly on the road to being really old. With the decades behind me tallying just over five, they’ll surely outweigh the ones that lay before me; that’s life.
But you have to admit, while grandchildren remind us of our own mortality, they bring out the youth in us and rekindle our knee high to a grasshopper memories. And wasn’t I perfect little Angel back then; not.
Boy, in those days the years took forever to go by, unlike today when everything flashes by so fast; if only we could slow things down.
Separated by time and distance we can’t see our granddaughter as much as we like but she can rest assured that we love her dearly.
Mind you, with holidays just around the corner, paying a flying visit to see the apple of our eye will do everyone good, especially Ma and Pa and you know who.
Separated by time and distance we can’t see our granddaughter as much as we like but she can rest assured that we love her dearly.
Mind you, with holidays just around the corner, paying a flying visit to see the apple of our eye will do everyone good, especially Ma and Pa and you know who.
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