As far as I can tell, all grandparents feel that way about their grandchildren. I do.
Sometimes I get a wild notion, and if it has anything to do with the grandchildren, I go with it. I probably don’t have to tell you that I often create all manner of unnecessary work for myself by thinking this way. Case in point–colorful crocheted hats for every child. There are a few who aren’t children any longer. But they’re still my children.
I made ten hats. I have nine grandchildren but will happily add a grandson to my collection in January when he and my granddaughter wed. Welcome, J! And even though my older grandson is now living in the Colorado mountains and won’t be here, I have one for him. Hey, I can hope, can’t I? And I can send it to him in his Christmas package. I miss you, grandson D.
I’m counting on them to go straight to a hat that suits them and prepare to mug for the camera. And some goofy older kid will try on a hat that’s too small. A younger one will put on a large hat, covering her/his face, and we will try to photograph all their antics.
Thanksgiving at Grammy’s. Does it get any better than this?!?
To all who celebrate Thanksgiving Day, I wish you a joyful and peaceful day with family and friends. To those who don’t, I wish you peace and joy, too.