Team Grandma

Today.  I became a T-Rex, kissed Mickey Mouse and Lamb Chop, swept up a (whole) box of rice, built a toy car garage, re-learned the states by working a puzzle of them several times, cleaned peanut butter off a lambskin rug, sat crossed legged in a tent to "hide" from monsters, sang, no shouted "The People on the Bus" song until my head was going "round and round", wiped jelly faces and poopie butts, ran across gravel chasing a 1 year old and over baby gates chasing a 3 year old, watched as various un-meant-to-be-tossed items were hurled over the banister onto the first level floor, found surprising objects in surprising places, smiled, melted, panicked, laughed and loved 2 amazing grand children.  I realize it is rough out there in the world of life, but I am finding out that the joy of grandkids can trump a multitude of sorrows!  Am I tired?  Oh yes.  Do I ache from the work-out?  Most definitely.  Will I do it again?  Absolutely!


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"Every song that I write comes from my own personal experience.  i believe the role of an artist is to interpret reality through a system of beliefs and a long-term seeking of truth, in your own life and in the world at large."  Dan Folgelberg

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