That's My Grandma

I just spent the best week visiting my grandson in Idaho, snow and all. We mostly stayed inside and played everyday and whenever someone would come by, Austin would say to them, “that’s my grandma”. I am still floating from my grandchild fix, remembering how proud he was to show me off. I wish that I lived closer so that I could see him more often instead of just a few times a year during my vacation. Thank goodness for Skype or I would surely go nuts.