I am so much enjoying staying with my son’s family for a few days to celebrate my grandson graduating from high school. They live in a lovely small town in the southern half of New Hampshire and coming here is always a treat for me. This state, especially the lakes region and the White Mountains is beautiful in every season. It’s bike week right now and motorcycles are everywhere. Graduation ceremony is tomorrow night and then on Saturday the grandson is having a small party at home with some of his friends. I look forward to meeting them and will make snacks for the party, be sure that plenty of soft drinks and food are available, as an assist to his mother, then get myself out of the way. I recall my younger days and my grandmother hovering over my party was not my idea of fun.

When this grandson was born eighteen years ago, followed by his brother a year and a few months later I was pleased to have new babies to love. I thought there probably would not be more babies for me to cuddle. Well, since then my granddaughter has had three babies. We have a great granddaughter who is six, a great granddaughter who is four and a great grandson who is one. Every one of the grands and great grands have had a bath in Granny’s kitchen sink and been rocked to sleep in my favorite chair. The first grandson is thirty now and the mother of the greats is twenty-six. I am seventy-seven this year and I believe that there will be no more babies before I am done, but one can never be sure.