In my twisted little mind, I'm actually 2.5 years late. I remember so clearly the moment I melted into the face of my first grandbaby. I like to call it my "Grand Canyon" theory. Here's how it goes:
"So what did you do over the summer?"
"We went to the Grand Canyon".
If the inquirer has never been to the Grand Canyon, they respond like this:
"Oh, that's nice. What else did you do?"
But if they have experienced the scene firsthand, they faint dead away, and when they wake up, they go on and on and on about the beauty, the colors, the immensity, the details, the prices, the wildlife, the pictures, the trip and a half.
That's what this grandparent thing is all about. On the way into the hospital that day, 2.5 years ago, I was excited, yes. And I thought this would be a fun change in our lives. But that was IT. Little did I know that I was about to fall in love (after all these years), faint dead away, and wake up going on and on and on about the beauty, the immensity, the details, the prices, the pictures, the trip and a half. I love getting together with other grandparents. They get it. They agree with my Grand Canyon theory.
If I knew how, I would post a picture of the moment that changed my life.
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