One of the joys of being a grandparent is watching those wiggly little people bloom into adults. Soon we will add another graft into our family tree. Mike is his name. He’ll marry granddaughter, Kristen. Then we’ll have another person to call family.

This wedding will be the third of our fourteen grandchildren. I’m glad I’m still around to participate in these fun events. I doubt I’ll live long enough to see them all married–the youngest is only nine. 

. . . and the beat goes on.

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