Michael is my first grandchild, and while I love them all, I have a special place in my heart for him. Because he was the first one, he is the one who made me a “Fab Grandma”. I drove from Douglasville, Georgia, to San Antonio, Texas to meet him for the first time. And then he made that little screwed up face and started crying as soon as I picked him up. I cried too, but it was a “happy” cry for me.
On a trip to Georgia to visit us before heading out to Guam, Michael got his first haircut from Aunt Becky. He looked a little apprehensive about it, but I am told he didn’t cry.
In 2003, Michael, his Dad and sister Sarah flew from England to spend some time with us. Because his Dad is in the Air Force, this little guy has literally been all over the world. When they came this time, we rented a cabin in the north Georgia mountains. Dad and Fabgrandpa took Michael fishing for the first time, and he caught so many fish he could barely hold them up to take this picture.
In 2004, Michael and his Dad came to Imperial Beach, California from England to spend a week with us at the beach. He and his Dad caught this huge lobster while fishing off the pier. I cooked it up for us and we all had a taste.
In April, 2o12, Michael and his family came to visit us in Georgia, right before we left to come back to the Grand Canyon. He was almost as tall as me then. I wonder if he has grown any over the summer?
This morning, his step-Mom, Sarah, had a birthday cake for him. It is really hard to believe this guy is 16 now. He is in Jr. ROTC and is doing well in school. I am still waiting for a picture of him in his uniform.
He may be far away from me in Maryland, but I can still say Happy Birthday, Michael. Granny loves you.
Gaelyn says
October 13, 2012 at 1:28 pmMy how fast they grow.