Sunday, August 02, 2009

Love 'Em When They're Here, Love 'Em When They're Gone

Pardon me while I collapse into a heap.

Little Man and Sweetie Pie just left. They spent the night last night, and this old granny is feelin' her age along with the arthur-itis and the rheumatiz. At four and one-and-a-half, they are indeed a handful.

Little Man is constantly on the go, constantly talking, constantly asking questions, running and jumping and yelling and dancing and singing and never stopping for a single minute. Sweetie Pie is a snuggler - when she wants to be. And she wanted to be a lot of the time. The rest of the time she was doing the same things Little Man did, and with gusto.

I am here to say, right here in front of God and everyone else, that I love my grandchildren. I love having them spend the night, I love having them visit, I love being called "Gamma" and "Nana" and I love their parents.

I am also, much as I hate to admit it, glad when their parents come to pick them up.

And I am just as glad when the grandchildren come back.

Because I don't know if I've mentioned it lately, but I am OLD.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

ROFL... this strikes so close to home. I have 2 ganddaughters (4 & 2)...who I love more than life, but after a spend the night with Meme party, I am soooo glad when it's time for their Mommie to come get them...except when Mommie decides she is gonna stay along with the girls at the spend the night party. The bad thing about that is that they don't mind as well when Mommie is around!!!