If you’re a regular reader of mine you might recall that in many of my previous posts I focused (obsessed) on my favorite baseball player, Joe Mauer. (Minnesota Twins). But then I decided that if I couldn’t adopt Joe, I should switch to another player. I’ve had several in the line-up but none of them worked out either. Apparently they are all satisfied with the parents they already have. (I just want good tickets to the game!!) Whatever. Their loss, I’m sure.
I’m very excited about the perfect solution to my heartbreak----------------our very own, brand-spanking-new GRANDSON!!!
We are so excited to welcome our little Henry to our family. Doesn’t it look like he’s saying I want my Nana???
You know how it is when there is that invisible line in the sand? That you know you shouldn’t cross? Well, I crossed it. I knew my son was not a fan of having “stuff” in the window of his clinic. So I snuck in – not in the dead of night but I needed the staff to let me in when he wasn’t there.
I knew he’d be there the following Monday, so I was planning my funeral for Wednesday (you know, after he killed me for messing with his window). It all turned out fine. In fact, here’s what I did:
That’s my handsome son in the window holding Henry.
OK, I KNOW I’ve bored you to tears. I’m a new grandma – I’m entitled. I will never mention Henry again. Hardly ever. Sometimes. Well, probably a lot. Get over it.