That's my 23-year-old grandson Anthony at his birthday dinner on Saturday night at his grandpa Ray and his wife Diana's home. On the left is Anastasia, Big A's girlfriend, and on the right is G'Ma. Remember those pictures of him I used to post when he lived here during high school? Obviously, he's all "growed up," driving an ambulance, and enrolled in college. He wants to be a paramedic.
In May I posted about Whitney, my 24-year-old granddaughter, graduating with her R.N. degree, so my first two grandkids simply aren't little anymore. Whitney is prepping for her licensing exam. Here she is again with G'Ma. That was their pet name for me.
And then there are eight and seven year old Henry and Fritz. I played with them Friday night when their parents went out to dinner. They go to the school that I work at.
And next Monday my friend Mary Lou and I head to Washington state where we will visit my eldest son Joe, Laura and my two grandsons Zach and Arlo in Port Angeles before we head for a week at Road Scholar in Victoria, and then Seattle. So here they are on a hike last weekend. Zach is now 5 and Arlo just turned 3. To say our family is blessed would be the understatement of the year.
What was the predominant purpose of my life, I ask myself? I am most proud of my marriage to Ray and the three children we raised together--and saddest that we couldn't hold the marriage together for a lifetime. And then came these six absolutely wonderful grandkids. It wasn't always easy and I know we'll be in rocky places again from time to time, but all of us are unique people who genuinely enjoy each other's company.