You know the one…
Always carries a “brag” book (my iPhone).
Always snapping photos of their darling grandchild.
Always proud to share every moment of achievement (whether you ask or not).
Always beaming from ear to ear about how cute she is.
Yes, I’m that Grandma.
More puffed up than I ever thought possible.
More honored than I ever dreamed.
Hey, I am part of the reason this child is here…there is something astonishing about seeing a new generation in your life.
So…I’m that Grandma.
And do you know? That is just fine with me.
Happy Seven Months to Grammy’s sweetie pie!