“With mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come.”
For me, time is marked by my grandsons growing up.
There are four of them. Big, strong, healthy young men and completely without bias you understand, gentlemen. Their grandfather would have been so proud of hem.
All are making their own way in this difficult and troubled world.
They all make fun of Granma in the nicest possible way. I don’t know how many times I have received this –
The eldest will be 27 in a few days. The youngest will be 23 tomorrow.
When my DYS (Dashing Young Scotsman) died all those years ago, James was 3, Rob 17 months, Drew 9 months and Jae wasn’t even born. How time passes and seemingly so quickly.
So today with his mother, My daughter Cate, we have been celebrating the birthday with brunch at our favourite restaurant here in Wellington.
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