Who would have thought we'd bloom and grow like that? Eleven grandchildren! I can't believe that silly girl in Indian feathers, that girl who ran and played with brother Craig, was chased and loved by Blackie, the cutest cocker spaniel in the world, that girl, a fat old grandma now, who would have thought?
It's sad to see the car drive off down the drive.
So Rick and Kayla must go home. I gather all the crew together now, a photo op. Rick knows how to do the auto set, we line up on the lawn, with Index Creek behind, so many of us now, me grandma oldest one, and my sons Rick and Scott. Rick's children Matt and Andrew and Kayla, the only girl. Scott's stepsons Alec, Brett and Jake, and then his baby son, Sam. I'm thinking now, of my son Mike, his children Jeff and Jason, Justin and Kaitlyn, oh but for the miles between us and Florida, wish you were here.