There are few things in this world that compare to the joy of being a grandmother. Though we live two provinces away so I don’t get much “gamma” time, I am thankful to live in an age of technology when I can see recent pictures and real-time video, and hear my grandson’s adorable voice.
The day before I became a grandma, I had a surgical procedure to remove cancer from my breast. Part of the procedure included needles of blue dye to locate lymph nodes. The dye eventually makes its way out of the body through urination.
Now, it was probably the drugs talking, but I think my response was “Yahoo! I’m celebrating by peeing blue!”
Today Weston is three years old.
Happy birthday, precious boy. We love you.