They are adorable at every age. I don't have a favorite..from newborn to college and beyond.
I wish I could be here to see her grown with children of her own, but of course that won't happen.
I wonder if she will remember me.
The only memory I have of my great grandmother is when she was ill in bed..her very last days.
I cannot even bring her face to my mind and I was her first great grandchild. And then I think of all the other grandmothers that came before and I wonder if they felt the same, wondered the same things I do.
November 1st. Another Thanksgiving is fast approaching. Will November pass as quickly as October did. Is the world spinning faster? I honestly think it is. :)
My daughter Mary with her little niece. I named Mary "Maryalice Lillian. Mary was her great great grandmother's name, Alice was her great grandmother and Lillian was her Grandma's name.
Easy for her to remember them. At least their names.
Well, she was, after all, my sixth child. I was running out of names.
Now on to Thanksgiving.
The words of a song come to mind..
"One season following another...
laden with happiness and tears"
It's been a year of tears and of joy.
p.s. I didn't mean to be a downer. I should never post past midnight. I really am good.