It’s still hard to believe that I am a grandmother. As I did my usual routine of scouring the Utah and national news this morning, my mind was really almost 2,000 miles away, wishing I could be there with my Greg, Carmen and little Will. I have to wait two weeks to see my grandson who will undoubtedly have grown out of the crinkly newborn-ness of just having exited the womb. I’ll have a week to bask in new grandmotherhood and then I’ll have to return home and not see him again for a few months. I’m still awaiting photos of the moments he was born.
More to come……
Deanna Dee-Dee Taylor 