There's rosemary, that's for remembrance.
William Shakespeare: Hamlet, Prince of Denmark

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Family ties

Daughters.....they are beautiful, complex, laugh as though someone said the funniest thing in the world, alter their bodies and tattoo themselves for some reason, critique their mothers, send cards that make their mothers cry, love doggies and kitties, are voracious readers, live every day to its fullest, have an incredible sense of style, don't care about cell minutes when you call, yell at their kids and husband when you do call, drive too fast, tell you the truth about how you look and then lie about how you look......daughter, you are my heart beat.

Grandsons.....loud talkers, make obnoxious belches at the dinner table, don't shower often enough, rarely brush their teeth, give the best hugs in the whole wide world, call their grandmothers for no reason, sign the cards their mother buys to be sent for a special occassion with "love you" without having to be told,actually listen to grandmotherly advice one out of ten times, make mistakes and hate to admit it, give sweet kisses, eventually have to shave, call you collect from jail and borrow money, don't care about or see wrinkles, grey hair or age spots,love their grandmothers unconditionally..... grandsons, you are my breath

1 comment:

gina said...

Beautiful daughter, and handsome grandsons. Mine aren't that old yet, as you know, but my grandson adores me, and I love that.