JB the Sweet

It was inevitable.

The "all or nothing" package deal I suppose.

    Grandparents Day.

 But seriously.  C'mon, weren't these adorable kids just born?

 The relentless march of time rattles me on such occasions.

Do not confuse this disclosure with ingratitude.  No sir-ree.  To my way of thinking, grandchildren are like dessert after a fine meal.  Highly anticipated.  Sweeter than everything else and filling you with a richness almost beyond your capacity to bear.

No.  

I will wear this mantle with all the pizzazz I can muster.

I will BE that older woman crying Carpe Diem to the overwhelmed mother of three in the checkout line.  I will tell her to unclench her teeth, that this stage is worth every hair-pulling minute, that her kids are adorable and I love them all, especially that one there, peeing in the corner.  

( a line borrowed from an article my daughter shared online.  Read it for laugh of the week!)    

And just so you know? They can come over ANYTIME and unload a kleenex box one by one.  

ANYTIME do ya hear?  With my blessing to boot.  In fact, I'll be on the floor with them.

Soon enough they'll be leaving them lying around crumpled on a coffee table somewhere.  Used.  

 Here's our JB leaving the crime scene by a stealth belly crawl.

 Under cover.  But not.  He's a big guy.

Discovered unashamed &
- disarming me with one of those slow blink smiles of his.
How I love my l'il JB.

And now on a different kind of note altogether.
A neighbour down the way sent this over.  I thought it was beautiful in a sad kind of way.
Another reason to Carpe Diem.
(With a Liberation Day anniversary around the corner, feel free to share)