The worst part of visiting Andy and Rachel is saying goodby to my sweet little grandbabies.
Every time I see them they are different little people. Different bodies, different personalities, different little quirks.
One thing I know for sure though... 50 year old women are not supposed to have children. Honestly, if I were to get pregnant at my age, well... Jumping off a cliff sounds kind of appealing!!!
At least at school I can turn them back to their moms and I know that they don't go home with me at the end of the day. My hat is off and I bend low in admiration to Rache, Angie, and all the young and not so young moms out there who dry the tears, wipe the bottoms, and settle the mind boggling, brain frying sibling disputes. I love my grandbabies but I love you moms who tend to them even more!!! Please keep it up. I could not step into your shoes ever, ever, ever again!!