I want more than anything in the world to be a grandma. I want to feel the joy of holding my grandson or granddaughter in my arms. I want to be there to spoil him or her. To hold them when they skin their knee. And kiss them to make the booboo go away. I want my son to experience the same joy that I was blessed with. The joy of knowing that even though I have messed up in my life something good still came of it.
Chicken Big
