Last week I ran into some old friends and they asked how many grandkids we have, at first I said 3, then 2, then back to 3. I'am so blessed to have 3 very different grandsons. Paul, although I got to spend only 8 days with him, what a glorious 8 days it was. He taught me so much about true prayer, faith and hope. I can feel his little spirit around me, and I love him so much. Foster, seems chubbyness runs in the family. Foster is such a fun baby, he is always happy, and his laugh is contagious, and he loves licorice as much as we do. Bridger, we had him 5 days without his parents, I'am woren out, but so grateful at his little personality. My favorite is when he is trying to go to sleep and he takes my hands and places them on both sides of his face, gets his face real close to mine and then tells me he wuvs me. I'am grateful for family, for my awesome son in laws, and my daughters, and my honey Steve, and for my 3 grandsons. Yes life is great and I am blessed.