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