Today is my grandson, Michael's 10th birthday. Beautiful, sweet Michael! Tomorrow my granddaughter, Robin turns 10 as well. Sweet, sweet child.  I missed my grandson, Brian's birthday in November (I have an extra soft spot in my heart for Brian) and will miss my grandson, David's birthday in January (the oldest is always special).  Then comes my youngest grandson's birthday, Eric in February (love him to death).  The youngest grandchild is Angelina.  (She's adopted and I wasn't sure I would love her as much as I should, but once I was around her she had as big a spot in my heart as the others).  Her birthday is in April.  So many reasons to celebrate during the holidays whether I get to see my grands or not. 

Today I'm grateful to be worn out from having Robin and Eric for three days and nights.  I'll be sore for a few days and live off Tylenol but I wouldn't trade it for the world.  They enjoy having an adult who can focus on them exclusively, cater to them shamelessly, and I get to spoil them rotten.  Not so sure their mother appreciates it exactly but the kids have the security of having an extended family they know loves them. 

This year is the first that Robin and Eric won't believe in Santa and I suppose Angelina Marie is the only one young enough to believe.  It takes a bit of magic out of the holiday, but kids have to grow up.

 I haven't seen David, Brian, Michael and Angelina in 5 years this Christmas.  They're in my prayers every day. David will graduate from high school next year.  Hard to believe.  Years have a way of slipping away! And I'm far too busy to feel sorry for myself.  Just miss them all.