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.
Happy Birthday, Jacob!
And he love you to pieces too!
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Ahhh...love this Vicki, thank you!
ReplyDeleteStaci
David, I hope that boy of yours is having a great birthday!
ReplyDeleteLove, Jacob's Grandma
You're welcome, Staci. He is a pretty special boy!
ReplyDeleteHe's pretty lucky to have a special grandmother. Some don't and they may never know what they missed.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice thing to say, Jess. Thank you. I never knew either of my grandfathers due to their early deaths, but I had wonderful, loving grandmothers. I hope my grandkids will remember me even half as fondly as I remember those grandmas.
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