My husband and I just got back from a week-long trip out to the Midwest. Our first stop was the University of Notre Dame, where we attended his 35th college reunion. We had a blast.
There had to be some mistake, because everyone there looked sort of, you know, old. Sort of like a bunch of grandparents.
But oh that's right--my husband and I are grandparents! (Hello, mirror. Have we met? My name is Grammy and shocker, I know, but I am not a 25-year-old.) The awakening was rude, my friends. Because while my best guy and I cherish our roles as Papa and Grammy more than life itself, we sometimes forget that with this privilege comes advanced age.
Enough about that. You're as young as you feel. (Or you can keep telling yourself that!)
Anyway, after a wonderful weekend, spent attending all the events with one of my hubby's freshman year roommates and his lovely wife, we headed to MI to spend some time with our oldest son's family. Because, as I noted above, we are grandparents. And visiting our grandchildren is the joy of our lives.
Here are some pictures of our three oldest grandchildren, identical twins Bonny Babe and Cutie Pie (4) and Little Gal (2) at a nature center near their home, where they got all wet and sandy and had a perfectly glorious time.
Cutie Pie actually said that to me this past week, out of the blue: "Grammy, you always leave your smell behind."
Thank you? I think? (Umm...is this a good thing? Because I'm not sure it sounds like a good thing.)
The girls have long had this habit of snuggling up close and sniffing us, saying, "I want to smell you!"
One day while we were there, I had gone out for a bit. I returned to the house and was on my way up the stairs, when suddenly Cutie Pie was behind me. She wrapped her arms around my waist and said, "I want to see your smell." I stopped, and then she sniffed my skirt and said, "Ahh, that's great!"
"Hmm," I said to my daughter-in-law Regina. "What is this odor I give off, anyway?"
She laughed and said, "I think they smell your perfume, or Dad's cologne." Guess what, though? Neither of us wears any artificial scent like that. That smell is all us, baby. Us, combined with soap, shampoo, deodorant, toothpaste, and laundry detergent. Not to mention a bit of ripening.
Lest you think only one of the twins is this way when it comes to a heightened sense of smell, that is not the case. One day this past week, Bonny Babe sniffed the love seat in the family's living room (where Papa had been sitting with her the night before, reading a book to her) and proclaimed with excitement: "This couch smells like Papa!"
I choose to take this obsession with the way we smell as a compliment. After all, at least we know that when we're not there with them, we leave behind something for them to remember us by. If love has a scent, I hope that's what they smell.