"Grandchildren are God's way of compensating us for getting old." Mary H. Waldrip

Where do I start?

Spending time with my now one year old grandson was pure heaven...

I shared this joy with Adam and Jenny, Jenny's parents, Adam's father and his wife. As a group we became known as the "Grandparent Paparazzi" as we were constantly documenting Owen's every move on our cameras.

Together we sighed as he made his cute noises- always hoping to hear a "Grammie", "Mimi", "Poppie", "Grandpa", or "Tita" come out of that sweet mouth! We joyously melted as he reached out to be in our arms....or laughed as he giggled at our silliness and feeble attempts to amuse him...we applauded his every move as he climbed over everything in his way, crawled on hands and toes....and even tried to stand up and take a step or two with our help...

One afternoon we burst into laughter as we sat around his monitor intently listening to every sound that he was making while he was resting in his crib. It was like a time before television when people gathered around their radios for entertainment.

The first evening together both sets of grandparents got out old pictures and videos of Adam and Jenny as they turned one many years ago. What fun as we saw bits of Owen in each of them...or, should I say that Owen had parts of the two of them in his darling face?

I am posting a picture below of Adam around Owen's age. Isn't it amazing? That big-eyed "look" is unmistakably "Owen"!