After all the things that have gone wrong since moving to be closer to our daughter and her family, it happened today. Now, I know why we are here.
I’ve mentioned our special needs granddaughter before. She’s my buddy. She does what she wants to and I help her. But, I haven’t said much about our youngest granddaughter. Yes, it is true that she used to be thirteen going on thirty and is now almost sixteen going on three. For the most part, teenagers should be locked in a closet until they are sixty. But, every now and then they surprise you.
I was home alone when the door bell rang and there is ace number two kid. She was out riding her bike - she usually drives the golf cart - and made a pit stop. She went into her room. She has her own room with TV, Blu-Ray, and all that stuff. Then she made it into the kitchen and got a glass of water. Next she came into the office were I am at the computer and started talking about important stuff - like turning sixteen, getting a driver’s license, and the current market price for baby sitting. She played on her grandmother’s computer and then hit the candy basket.
After about an hour, she said she would be back to stay over night, jumped on her bike and went home. I ask you, "What just happened?" My nearly sixteen year granddaughter came and "hung out" with me.
It doesn’t get any better than that.
PMO
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