In my youth, a long long time ago, I never imagined myself having children. I did, two fantastic daughters. I certainly did not imagine grandchildren. I do. Two wonderful grandsons.
And Michael, the eldest just turned 12. Oh gosh I remember when I was 12, young, full of ideas. Now that is Michael.
Michael, when you were born I was awed, so amazed at you. I held you and was just a tiny bit fearful about what type of grandparent I would be. But you my darling, are a most marvelous grandson.
You stayed with me often when you were a baby, any weekends I could snatch you away. You slept at the foot of my bed, safely tucked away. And I knew the morning you climbed out of bed on your own, that I was in for a busy ride.
You have grown so strong, so smart, so loving. You have an empathy for others that boggles my mind. I love you. and I find such delight in watching you grow into a young man. But hey, could you slow down, soon you will be taller than me, and a man fully grown. Stay strong, stay safe, stay happy my love.
Tilly Evan Jones 