Little William came for a visit. I remembered that I had a camera just as he was headed out the door with his parents. I'm the worst grandmother ever. I got totally distracted by the charming experience of holding him. There's something that is very hypnotic about holding a tiny lump of a baby in the crook of your arm and watching him make little sound asleep baby noises and tiny little baby twitches. Next thing I know Buddy and Brianna are heading home and the trance wears off and all of a sudden I'm gasping, "Oh, Cuuuuuuuu-rap! I forgot to take pictures!"
"Ay yi yi," he says. "When are you ever going to get the hang of this grandma thing?"
I hang my head a little. "Sorry William. You deserve better."
He says, "I sure do, grandma."
"Grandma wanted," it will begin.
Dylan and Brittani were in for the weekend. Brittani wanted me to teach her how to make pepperoni rolls. It was a nice morning, the two of us working side by side kneading dough, talking and getting to know each other. She is really a very nice girl.
Once again, I forgot to take pictures.
But we had piping hot pepperoni rolls, straight from the oven.
And cinnamon rolls, soft and warm and drizzled in cinnamon icing.
That should count for something.
I left for work right after that, and when I got home, I mixed up another batch of dough to make my own husband a batch of cinnamon rolls. I'd sent the first batch home with Dylan and Brittani. So once again, I kneaded dough and we talked about our grown children and our growing family. We're very lucky.