Nothing more fulfilling than being a granny. I grew in status when Adya arrived on the scene in August and now I await a second coming, most likely within the next month.
At least I’ve lived to see this.
Some guilt pangs though–I haven’t knitted anything so far though the draft of a poem lies in my diary waiting to be completed.
Adya, the first, born to the youngest will be celebrated in verse and hopefully receive a pair of hand knitted booties soon!