Ace will be going home Thursday. It's about time, too. He'll get to see his room
and the rest of his house. His momma is feeling something between euphoria and
panic. I think she'll do just fine.
It's an amazing thing becoming a grandma at thirty-something. I would imagine
becoming a grandma at any age is pretty amazing. I have turned into a sappy girl. I
look at the pictures that are posted of him and I can't begin to express the emotions
that are there. Little sucker isn't even two months old and I am already whipped.
What ever will I do when he can talk?
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"The artist knows he must be alone to create; the writer, to work out his thoughts; the musician, to compose; the saint, to pray. But women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves." - Anne Morrow Lindbergh
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