Something ocurred to me today as our school had our annual swimming carnival - I miss my little people who are now 25 and 23 years old. I love 'em now - but I miss the complex, cute little people they were back then. I was taken back in time, watching the parents with their kids at the carnival. I guess this is why Grandparents love their job - you get to re-live that time when you were caretakers of these amazing little individuals.
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You are so correct! My heart swells with pride in my 3 girls (ages nearly 35, 30 and 18) and yet sometimes aches for what was. Watching them grow and bloom has been THE best!
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