can these darn kids get any cuter?

*as always, clicky to enlarge*

Being a grandmother is so completely different from being a mother. At least for me. I was a young mom. A teenager really. I didn't have patience and was still self-absorbed.

When David was born, really, I felt differently. Like a grandmother. I know he's not my grandson, but I love him like he is. I remember him being so tiny in the hospital and being so proud of him for being such a fighter. I remember already loving him, when all he was, was a tiny skeletal birdie that fell out of a tree. That's what he looked like, anyway.

Now he's 3 and he's been so much fun.

Now I am a grandmother and everyday is a joy just to see their tiny faces. I wish I had the patience and the ability to see how fast times goes by when Heather was little. I had fun with her too, don't get me wrong, but things aren't as rushed anymore. Small things don't really matter. It's like you don't want to miss a thing.

I guess becoming a grandmother, you've seen your kids grow up, and you realize it comes so fast, that you just want to hold on and savor everything. Watch for smiles, listen to giggles. It's all precious. I love these pictures of Katie on the carousel and with her face all wet and I love the picture of David running with a feather. I remember being small and how much excitement finding a feather brought me. For a moment, seeing kids share that same excitement, it makes you feel like a kid again. Kids know how to bring out the best in you and I guess that's why we love them.