My son had a week before he went back to college for what everybody fervently hoped would be his final semester. We'd traveled together, sometimes with his older sister, and had some wonderful trips. But lately it felt like the age gap was widening. He's 23, and an enthusiastic outdoorsman. I'm 64, and an ardent bookworm. So I was more than a little apprehensive.
There is nothing like being a grandparent, except perhaps sharing this experience with your own mother. Yes, we have four generations in our family, something I wouldn't trade for a second. Our grandchildren are showered with love and affection and, in return, what do they do? They give us the truth!