I met someone. I knew I would eventually. At 48 years old, it happened. I am very excited, yet I had a difficult time putting into words what he means to me. These are feelings are like none I have ever felt before.
He has short dark hair and olive skin. He has the most beautiful, loving, innocent eyes. They are blue like the ocean. When he smiles at me, I see a sparkle like the sun reflecting off the whitecaps.
His smile could melt the heart of the grinch. He laughs at all of my jokes and loves to sit and talk. He is one of the best listeners. I can share my secrets, and only hope he will trust me with his. I have told him so many stories and he listens with baited breath, hanging on my every word.
He loves to snuggle, and will occasionally watch a movie, although he quickly looses interest and usually falls asleep.
He is a mommas boy, and to be honest, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I just adore his momma.
After some discussion on what our pet names would be for each other, we decided that I would call him my pumpkin pie, and he would call me his Gammie.
We were able to spend some amazing time with our grandson over the holidays, and since he left I have missed him something terribly. I only hope we will get you see him very soon, but until then I will FaceTime him and talk to him. Congratulations to my son and daughter-in-law on a beautiful baby boy and thank you for making me a Gammie. ❤️❤️
Coffee and Sundays 