The last few weeks, what i’ve been writing is not for share. The short is 3½ years later there’s no home without you.  And it’s never gonna get better.

The best and worst times are with the kids.  Every grandparent says it’s the best.  No need to ask, they tell you anyway.  With pix—“Hi.  How are y…”   ”Oh, hi, this is me and my grandson reading Macbeth, here’s our family sur la Seine, and here’s….”

I say nothing ‘cause i know very, very few have what we have.

Our sons are light-years better dads than their own dad.  Really.  As all moms, both your daughters-in-laws have their own ways, but both are brilliant mothers.   Really.  i’m very proud of them all.

And the three…..yes every fucking antecedant thinks their grandkids are the best looking, brightest on earth.  They’re wrong.  Yours are.  Really. Just like their grandma, they are stunningly beautiful with huge personalities.

So, in chronological order… next week; Phinnie at 1 ½…..