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Almost a year ago, I became a “Grammy”.

Here’s the thing about being a grammy  …

…  that grandbaby of mine makes me melt  …

…  melt right into a grammy-puddle.

I can’t fight it.

She is my kryptonite.

Last night, I looked through 30 new photos of my grandbaby that my daughter had shared with me.

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I melted into a grammy-puddle a dozen times over … or more.

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