I suppose I am missing my girls, seeing them and spending time with them makes their distance appear further.
I often remind myself we are all on our own journey in this life…hard as it is…to let go and allow them to live.
My grand daughter, my first born, my baby girl.
My son falls between his two sisters. He wasn’t here but the girls went to visit him before flying south.
My great grand daughter Allye, called “Allye bug”
What I find strange looking back is when I was young TV was fairly new…all black and white and only a few channels. When we took pictures we had them developed and put them in little scrap books. Distant relative I wanted to “talk” to, I wrote a letter. I even had a “pen pal.”
Today, I am watching my grandkids grow up on “my space.” Meeting relatives I have never met and people I went to high school with, on “face book,” and they follow each others movements on twitter.
What an odd but fascinating world we live in.
I was talking to a family member and telling them about my girls coming to visit…it was to be a surprise.
“How did you find out?” they asked.
“I read it on my daughters face book wall.” This was a normal conversation in today’s world. “Heck,” I said, “I found out I was going to be a great grand mother on my grand daughters my space page.”
Times moves forward…
When we all said our “goodbyes” no one asked to have photos sent to them, all that was said was;
“Don’t forget to post your pictures on my space and face book.”
Lots of hugs and their journeys continue. Mine too I suppose.
Sandyz
Our staircase leading from the upstairs to out front or on down to the basement and into the garage. 
