We live in a very small town in Maine; population is
probably around a thousand residents. I have lived here most of my adult life,
and this is where we raised our four kids. When my husband and I met, he had a
son and a daughter and I had two daughters. His son and my youngest were 3
months apart, the two other girls were six months apart; it was almost like
raising twins. Hectic most of the time, but we got through it.
The
two older girls are now 40, the two younger 36. They have given us the best
possible gift—grandchildren! Number 10
is still in the oven. For a while there were five girls and no boys, but four
boys came along to even up the score. They range in age from 16 to one year and
I am just so in love with all of them. Probably every Grammy says their
grandkids are the most beautiful and smartest, but mine really are. No sense in
you arguing the point, because God loves me best!
It is
very rare to get them all together at the same time, since four of them live in
Miami, but the past two weeks I have been in absolute heaven. There was a
wedding involved, a 40th birthday party and cousins reconnecting
daily. Erika, hubby’s daughter turned 40 on July 5, and got hitched on the 11th
in a perfect setting. Her daughter was bridesmaid and wore a beautiful
turquoise dress and his son carried the rings. The groom and the boys wore
white shirts, orange suspenders and grey jeans—and were barefoot—it was so
perfect! Erika looked stunning in her gown of white. Balloons of white,
turquoise and orange had been tied to tree branches and they looked magical.
She had rented a huge home on the shore of
Moosehead Lake and had perfect weather for the entire two weeks. They are
flying back to Miami today, and it’s raining for the first time since they
arrived. They can come back and bring us perfect weather any time they want!
One
thing that was awesome about the home they rented was the lack of TV and
internet. If the kids were bored, they’d
go find something to do, and it usually involved being in the lake or on it in
a kayak. I sat and watched two of the granddaughters (born 4 days apart)
playing in the water yesterday and just listened and laughed at their antics.
Two of the boys, a year apart in age ran around with toy guns playing FBI
agents; they were protecting the house against hostile takeovers. Glad to have
them keeping me safe since I had left my handgun at home.
The
point of this whole ramble? Love your kids because they will someday give you
grandkids that steal your heart. Being a grandparent totally rocks and I can’t
wait for #10 to come!
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