Today,  as I was working at my desk, I reached for a pen and picked up a crayola.   I chuckled to myself and thought yes, more evidence that I am a Grandmother as McKenzie and Blaise seem to leave behind little reminders that touch my soul.

There is nothing like a grandchild that can put a smile on your face, a lump in your throat and a warm feeling in your heart.

In a matter of moments these precious babies can trash a clean house like little cyclones.  I remember when we corrected our children for doing the same, now we sit back and are enamored with their creativity and play.   When the nail salon gives  a less than perfect manicure I am disappointed but when Mckenzie paints my nails, I proudly display my red and purple fingers with every smudge and smile.

I believe Grandparents day may rate right up there with Christmas.  I’m not sure what we are supposed to do on that day, nor the proper protocol for celebrating, but never the less, any moment spent with a grandchild is the greatest gift on earth.

May your day be beautiful and blessed, may your clean home be noisy &  messed, may spider man action figures trip you at the door, while lost princess Tiara’s keep you searching for more.  May your bed be filled with giggles, snuggles, tickles, and hugs and when they leave may your heart long for the soon return of those little bugs.