Guess who won the pillow fight?
O my God, when I’m with grandsons, I lose decades. Such fun! But after a museum-sprinting, pizza-eating, pillow-fighting weekend, I feel 157 — and look it. Still, OMG, thank You for every tackle-hug — and the sweet time warp of being a grandma!
Super fun! And so exhausting! Love it! Being a grandma just satisfies something in your soul.
Dori, I wouldn’t have believed it before my first was born, but each one (Number Seven is due next month!) convinces me that nothing else scratches that sweet itch!