The Kid

Birthday blogs are not my thing. I feel like I need to do one for The Kid. As most of you know, The Kid owns my heart. He was my first grandchild. My only grandson. He is this fantastic combination of his mother, his Uncle, and a little bit of someone I hold a special place in my heart for. I could not wait to be a Grammy. I knew I was going to be great at it. I always wanted to grow up to be a Mom. I wanted to take it to another level as a Grammy.
We were living in another town when he was born. Another life. At 4:00 am I got the call to go meet my grandson. I was there in minutes. He owned me the second I looked at his beautiful face. His family lived with us while they looked for their home. It was 6 months of bliss for me. Tru Stories will not tell it that way. I would do the late shift with The Kid. We would sit up watching Letterman I would tell him all the things we would do together. When they moved, I stopped at his house everyday on my way home from work. When they moved to their new life, my heart was broken.
The Kid will tell you at the point we were twins. I loved when he said that. We were so much alike he said, we had to be twins. We might not be twins, but we have something special. I have never met a child quite like him. Some people say he looks just like his Uncle. I think he looks just like himself. A very unique, loving, too smart little boy. He promised us he would stay 6. He did not. He turned 9 today. He still loves me. He still crawls in my lap to cuddle with me. He always notices when I get my hair done. He answers the phone now when I call. He still loves to share his life with me. He has promised he will not get too old to love and hug his Grammy. I let him get away with turning 9. I will not let him get away with getting too old for me.
Happy Birthday to my favorite grandson, my twin. Love you so much, Grammy