You're My Hero

Well I heard the pitter patter of little feet coming through my door this past weekend. I got my Grandma fix. The grandkids came over for a full day's visit. We colored, played games, sang and danced. As usual we just rejoiced in each other's company. I am so lucky to have them visit as often as they do. Thank goodness there is no word yet on my son's family moving far away. I'm still keeping my fingers crossed they will remain close by. It would be hard to remain a "hero" in my grandson's eyes if he and his family move away. My grandson called my husband and I heroes this weekend. He whispered in our ears, "You're my hero."

My granddaughter is talking a little bit now. So it won't be much longer and I wlll hear her precious voice saying things that make me feel like I'm floating on air. There's nothing like a big ole squeeze from the grandkids. As my granddaughter and I danced this weekend with her in my arms, she gave me a loving squeeze as she rested her head on my shoulder.

The grandkids make me feel appreciated. What these two little ones may not realize is- they are my hereos. They rescued me from being just another forty something year old woman. I like the title of "Grandma" so much better.