He never walks when he can run. The training wheels are off of his bike and he rides like the wind. He is a superhero with a blanket for a cape. He runs to me with a twinkle in his eye and a grin and gives me bear hugs. He is funny and smart and loving, all rolled up in an all boy package. He is my youngest grandson and I love him to pieces.
Mom of four and Grandma of six, who writes about family events both past and present as well as anything else that happens to come to mind, shares new photos as well as old and who enjoys life in general.