February 10, 2014
As the name of this segment of my blog says, I’m a grandma. I have 17 grandchildren. I could write stories about all of them, but I'll be kind to you dear reader. If I mentioned them individually, this post would be too long.
How time flies. The eldest will be graduating from high school in June.
One family with 5 lives in Washington state. We don’t see them very often, but love every minute of it. Four rambunctious boys and one of the most feminine girls you will ever meet still, that curly redhead holds her own with the boys.
Another family has 3 girls and 1 boy. At 11, he already has girls chasing after him, and has since a few little girls began to notice little boys. They only live forty-five minutes away: Most of the time we see them when we go to cross country meets, soccer games, baseball games and such. They are a very busy family.
The rest live in the next town. I love watching our “quadruplet cousins.” They are 5 this year, and will start kindergarten next fall. 3 of them were born within a week of each other October 2008, and the caboose in the first week of December. Whether there are 2, 3, or all 4 together, they have a blast. Have since they were infants, and could reach for each other. Naturally I love playing with them even if there is only one. Their siblings make up the rest.
I love being a grandmother. There is nothing like it.