Those of you that have been reading my blog for awhile might remember that four years ago, when my first grandson was born, I was in the delivery room with his mom and dad and I cut the umbilical cord. I was the first one of us to get a picture of him and the first one that he peed on! He and I have had a special bond between us. I see him every day. He comes over to my house every day, not because he has to be babysat but because he asks to “go to Nana’s house”. I can never say no so he’s over here every day. A while back I was jotting down some thoughts that came to mind about Anderson (my grandson) and this is what came up:
Anderson
His little hand in mine
his total trust
his head on my shoulder
daily visits from which he never wants to go home
he says he wants to live with Nana forever and ever
His giggle when I tickle him
his cry when he has to go home
his bright eyes when I show up to pick him up
I never get tired of him, even when I am dead tired
Somehow with him, my energy knows no bounds
and my love for him grows with each moment
Wasted Days And Wasted Nights 
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