When I wrote this post little Zoe was not quite four. Now she is eight years old. Like my other grandchildren, she is growing up too fast. Thankfully she still loves to play “pretend.” I treasure each moment before the day comes when Puff will go into his cave for the last time.
Twenty Beautiful Grandchildren and Puff!
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea and frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee. Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff, and brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff.
Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail. Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff’s gigantic tail. Noble kings and princes would bow whene’er they came, pirate ships would lower their flag when Puff roared out his name.
I have been blessed with twenty grandchildren – seventeen still living. What joys they have all brought to my life! I became an instant grandmother when I married my husband, Paul. He was the proud grandfather of a little boy (4 years old) and a little girl (2 years old).
I remember the first time I met them. Nervous about being a grandmother and not sure how they would receive…
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