Multiple days of the kids moving into their new apartment has allowed Grannie and Poppie to engross themselves in their ‘little man’. He is a delight. If my heart is so full with a single grandchild, I wonder how friends who have two or three or nine can contain themselves – does the euphoria diminish with each additional grandchild, the pleasure just get diluted as a result of being spread across a broader base? Does the throttle of our capacity to adore a little life have a governor installed on it so as not to allow ‘overdoing it’ where the children’s children are concerned? I have another question that has been inspired by our kids moving into a new apartment – how in the world did we ever move a half-dozen times without local grandparents to help manage the offspring in the process? Oh, don’t get me wrong, I have had the most marvelous time with Isaac – just wondering. I suppose that we would have relied on the grandparents as well if they had just been this handy, so I guess I just answered my own question – and my overall conclusion is Grandchildren are the best part of moving!!!
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