Grace and I went out to dinner last week with Brian - one of her twin boys - my adored nephews who are now 16 years old - they tower over me - but are two of the best, sweetest nicest kids I know.
Yes, I'm biased but who cares.
I'm going thru old pictures for a project and found this one of the twins when they were about 1. Brian is the one on the right, with the balder head ( ooh, I loved that bald head - it was so delicious). He was a shyer child, he really had to know you before he would even "speak" to you. Of course, he knew me from the day he was born so I was lucky (in more ways than one!)
I keep this picture on the windowsill in my office area, and have been looking at it and smiling for a few weeks. When we went out to dinner, Brian ordered a root beer and watching him drink it gave me such a shock. It looked like a real beer, and it struck me how grown up he is getting and how it really, actually does feel like yesterday that they were tiny babies. The time has gone by SO fast, I never knew what people meant when they said that. The reality of them as grown up is accepted, I truly realize it - but there is a piece of me that still sees them as babies, and little boys. Now when my mom tells me "you will always be my baby" - I totally understand what she means. It's not that she doesn't accept or love me as a grown woman - it's that it was yesterday for her that I actually WAS her baby. Does this make any sense to anyone???
So here is Brian posing for a photo with the root beer. I had to take it to show Uncle T.
We all had a lovely night, out to a nice restaurant, chatting about nothing in particular, just happy to all be together.
Another old photo - Grace an I in MUCH younger years - wow - we were babes!
I am so lucky.