Grandma , Nana or the best title ever!

I am privelidged to be a grandma to 6 beautiful kids. Josie , Chloe , Bronson , Kailia, Brooklyn , and Kavika. I think I have a different relationship with each one. Josie and Chloe were two I got to meet when they were older. I missed out on the little infant & toddler stage, but look out cause we are watching them in their diva stage. Bronson was like my own, living with me his first 3 1/2 years I got to see every FIRST! Kailia now has taken over that spot with her living with us, she has turned into the cutest little shadow I could ask for. Brooklyn is a mommys girl still but slowly feeling more comfortable coming to grandma to have some fun. Kavika is the newest one only a week old now has made his grand entrance into not only the family but into my heart. 

I know that every single grand child will be such a big part of my life because they are an extension of my own wonderful children. I see different qualities and features and personality traits that even there parents don't know about because they can't remember, but I can. I find myself holding them remembering and longing for a moment back with my own.  Then I quit boobing and realize that if that could be I wouldn't have not only grand kids yet but wonderful son in laws. 

I am blessed with something else, I get to share or they share with me, my grandchildren with other nanas, grandmas whatever they go by, they are a select elite small group of women I call friends and sisters. These women love my grand kids as much as I do. Which is a good thing because I don't trust my little angels to just anyone. 

They make sacrifices to drive long distances, ride a train, a plane, and one gets to see small glimpses on Facebook. Either way they share it's never enough time spent with our kids, grand kids, our in laws or even sometimes out laws. 

I speak for most of us ..... Our grand kids are our lives! We will always have an arm reaching out to hug, lips to kiss, a bed for them ( when mom and dad needs a break) and a heart  ready to love them. I am a grandma, I am a member of one of the best clubs EVER. 

It's always more fun with friends

If you all don't already know I love to work out. Fun dance Zumba , you name it I'm there. I have been so blessed to have made some great friends there, that makes it so much more fun.  Looking across the floor shakin your (everything) smiling sweating and just messing around makes you feel like your not working out! Well Saturday was going to be such a busy day with fun grand baby birthday party I was contimplating not going. And the farmers market might not make the cut either. As I was laying in bed thinking should I shouldn't i ... There was a text, are you coming? I'm saving you a spot! Well dang can't let em down, their saving me a spot!!! I went and had a extra fun sweaty time. Talking afterward I happen to mention if I left right from there I could hurry and get to the farmers market. LET THE PaRtY begin.

We all decided sweaty and gross but happy and friends we would all pile in a vehicle and go. When I go alone it's like I hit my vendors, get my salsa supplies, corn and of coarse kettle corn and get out of there. Not that day. We commented on shapes and sizes, beautiful displayes, smells, the peaches, and every dog that was there. Oh the cute little wiener dogs! And then we had personal stories of each and everything we saw. And if coarse we laughed and giggled like we were 10. And then there is Kim , she ended up in the bunny petting zoo and we couldn't get her out! She had to pet and hold each one so the others wouldn't feel bad. ( that's just how she is, kind thoughtful and always pointing out gods beautiful creations to me). While she was with bunnies my sweet Kama helped me pick my corn out, hold my hundred packages and shared a giggle or two about practically everything and kept trying and succeeding in paying for something for me.  Kim ( the buffest chick if the group) met us back with the biggest brownie looking goodness we ever saw divided in threes which we devoured in seconds, thank you great harvest! By the time we headed out,  arms loaded, and not even thinking about the busy day ahead we made one last stop to the kettle corn stand. Me being the only one who had not shared my wealth yet bought everyone a diet coke ! Yes a healthy way to end our Saturday morning workout. Now we could end here but then Kim decided to tell us she has a garden of plums and squash. When we finally get there she says just eat one we do not use toxic spray. At her expense (because I almost fell over in laughter) she bites into one as an earwig bites her lip! Again little school girls laughing again. I ended with an amazing time and a picture of friends that can make the smallest things something that I'll  remember and cherish not because of the great Ogden farmers market (although very fun) but because of friends who love me because of me. I wasn't a mom, a wife, a employee or any of those things at the time I was me. And that was enough! Thanks girls for going with me and always being there for me. Can't wait to return the favor.