It seems like it happened over night. One day I had this house full of kids in diapers and a seven year old playing with his trucks. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes early one morning, and they were all gone. The oldest one moved to another state and works as a truck driver. The next one is in the Navy, is married and has a little princess of his own. And my little princess, my youngest, recently married and has a little prince of her own.
I love my grandchildren. I don't think anyone can ever have grandchildren prettier or smarter than mine. But, still, when I come out of my room in the mornings and I don't hear requests for this or that, or at night their rooms are quiet and no one says, "Pat me mommy", it can be a bit hard to think about.
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