All this month I am participating in the A to Z Challenge. Today's letter is...
My grandchildren live in Texas. I live in Oregon. One of the great things about retirement is that I am free to go and visit whenever I get the urge. I'm a pretty regular visitor to Texas. For the first time in my life I have medallion frequent flyer status on Delta...and just about the only place I've gone is Texas! We are also regular users of FaceTime.
The grandchildren come and stay with us in Oregon during the summer. The first year they came for three weeks. The second year it was six weeks. This year we're picking them up in South Dakota in early June in the RV, and they'll be with us until August 8. I can't wait.
These are my grandchildren last summer on one of our adventures to Fossil Oregon:
and at Multnomah Falls:
They are such a big part of my life. I find indicators of their influence everywhere.
You know you're a grandparent when strange pictures show up on your iPad and you have no idea how they got there...and sometimes you have no clue what they are:
You know you're a grandparent when your purse contains bandaids, random crayons, wet wipes, and emergency snacks, weeks after visiting the grandchildren.
You know you're a grandparent when you can sing the theme songs from Wonder Pets and Backyardigans and your children are in their thirties.
You know you're a grandparent when you plan your summer RV road trip around what "the girls" would enjoy.
You know you're a grandparent when your email is is filled with the latest offers from Gymboree, Carters, and Striderite.
I can't imagine life without our grandchildren. I wish we had a lot more of them.