I remember the days when this house was all kinds of crazy.
Every. Single. Day.
24 hours a day.
Pretty sure it was just yesterday.
I don't feel old enough to be called GRANDMA.
But these little people insist on calling me that.
As I look at their faces, I see the faces of my kids.
And the years melt away.
And then I look in the mirror.
And I realize....
I'm a GRANDMA!