Maggie Rose

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After too few hours of sleep, a 47 pound, blonde, 7-year-old hit the under inflated queen size air mattress I was asleep on. Wake Up, Grandpa. Wake up; Wake Up, Grandpa. Wake Up; Wake Up, Grandpa. Wake Up! (I thought it was against the laws of physics for a 47-pound weight to bounce a 275-pound dead weight, right out of bed! I Guess momentum [and enthusiasm] had something to do with the object at rest no longer being at rest!)

Then the second of my senses kicked in: The smell of frying bacon, comforted my groggy brain.

I stumbled to the breakfast table and made a smiling face on my plate with bacon for lips, orange slices for eyes a fourth of a waffle for a shark fin nose. Across the table from me was a 45 pound, blonde, 5-year-old (Lilly).

For the past two weeks the wife and I have been visiting the kids and grandkids on the East Coast. Never a dull moment and a stream of unending surprises!

Ivan
 
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Funny, as I was walking today I was thinking how lucky I am that my 47 year old son and I are friends. Definitely no guarantees.

Funny you should mention this. Maggie and Lilly's dad is my youngest of 3 boys and one daughter. At age 18 we had a rough patch! I prayed hard and did all I could, but it ended up being on his timing on our reconciliation. Since that reconciliation took place, things with all the kids and grandkids have been good.

Ivan
 
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