The wind was howling and the skies were grey. The snow was melting quickly and the day was sloppy, wet and miserable. Inside the old house, tiny, toddler feet ran so fast they barely touched the floor, teetering up on only one leg as they rounded the corners. Wild, squealing laughter, right from the belly of the baby, the touchable color of absolute love. How lucky can one Grammy be?
There simply is no more wonderful sound than uncontrolled giggles as noses are stolen, toes eaten and tummies tickled. I always dreamed of how wonderful it would be to win a lottery, but in reality I think I already have.
This is Brooklyn, trying to grow her bangs out.
This is Riley with a spoon in his mouth
This is Cameron and he might not be here in Cranbrook within hugging distance, but he is always close by in my heart.
There are three more handsome boys who no longer qualify as babies, but the sound of their voices and the sight of their faces, warms my heart every time.
Brian, Ben, Ty, Bonnie, Alex and baby Cameron
And, of course, our littlest grandson, Ryder, whose very first picture is being posted right here, right now
And this is the happiest Grammy in the world!
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