15

Today my very first grandchild turned 15. It's hard to believe. Wasn't it last week when I was walking him to pre-school? We would stop and say 'hola perro cafe' to the brown dog. Wasn't it last month that we were swinging at the park, I bent to pick him up, and Jay said, 'no, dada do'; he wanted the other child's father/mother to push him in the baby swing? Wasn't it just last year the he wanted to go to McDonalds to play on the balls and get a toy in his Happy meal? Where did the time go? My most fervent wish, was to make great memories for Jay. I hope I did.