Of course my shorts look better on my head "gwamma".
I look at him and wonder is he really a much better little boy than his daddy was? Or am I just mellowing in my old age and realize how precious my time is with this small person before he grows up and becomes a man? When his daddy was little I was so busy working and trying to be supermom/wife I'm not sure I slowed down enough to realize how precious this time was. Maybe that's why God lets us live long enough to be grandparents so we can get a replay of the things we missed when our own were little. But this time we get to slow down and enjoy them :) I loveeeeee being a "gwamma".