I just got news this week that my sister--far away in France--is going to be a grandmother. Her oldest daughter is due in May.
|This is the four of us girls, on a hike under the shadow of the Pyrenees,|
on our trip there this past July.
My granddaughter is now 9. Although I was pleased when I heard the news from my daughter that she was pregnant, I had no idea how ga-ga I would go over being a grammy.
For that little girl I would commit a felony. For that little girl, I am writing a novel to chronicle something that she experienced. For that little girl, I paint my toe nails and try to wear shoes other-than-Crocs on an occasional basis. (As far as the shoes, I cannot say I'm always successful...)
What experience has happened to you that brought about unexpected results? A ga-ga grammy wants to know...