I have always thought I’d have a granddaughter. I looked forward to doing fun things . . . baking, gardening, going to the park, the fair, the circus . . . anywhere she wanted to go and was entertained by going.
I’m getting old enough now that I wonder if I’ll ever have one that I get to share times with. I have three sons, but none are fathers yet.
How sad that my granddaughter will never know me . . . or maybe she will? Surely anyone who has read my blogs feels like they know me a little. Perhaps she’ll stumble on this blog one day. If so, she can watch me being my silly self with my two dogs while I sing Happy Birthday to one of my sons . . .