Having grandchildren is the most wonderful thing and when we were expecting the first of our grandchildren nearly nine year ago I had visions of being fussed upon as we all aged and spending lovely times together as their Gran.
However as soon as Charlotte was born, I became Granny and though I wasn't too sure that I liked it, over the years I've grown to love it.
I can't believe how grown up she is becoming and I'm always amused when she rings me up for a chat.
So on Friday evening, just days away from my birthday, the phone rang and on answering I heard,
"Hello Granny, it's Charlotte, can you tell me how old you're going to be on your birthday."
"Quite old," I answered and told her my age.
"That's what I thought," she said. Just a couple of seconds passed before she said, " the other reason I'm phoning is to say that I love you and to wish you a very happy birthday!"
We carried on chatting about her school day and the design she is currently making with her hama beads.
Finally the words, "bye Granny" came and she was gone in a flash but that little conversation made my evening.
My birthday came and with it an horrendous cold that I'd been fending off for the last couple of weeks. Plenty of knitting and crochet took place as I stayed put in the chair with my feet up.
No birthday celebrations for me but the family did pop in bearing gifts and I just had to show you these few, because to me they are simply the best!
The reason for my phone call became obvious when I opened this coaster made of hama beads by Charlotte.
Now, when I lift my first mug of tea in the morning I will be reminded, (just incase I'd managed to forget) that I am 57.
These 2 little trinket boxes contained,
a ring, from Charlotte, that fitted perfectly
and a ring, from Jessica that didn't quite.
I love them both, though!
Also, as Hawthorn Spellweaver is having a February heartathon, I thought I would join in today with this design on my new scarf.
Charlotte & Jessica created this lovely sheet of birthday wishes.
My son in law, affectionally known as Pete Pete by the children thought he'd be witty and say that I'm only three years off of being 60. But I must point out when I see him next that for as long as I have my coaster, I will remain, 57!
My birthday has gone, yet my cold is still here, I feel that my head is being held in a vice and there are lead weights hanging from my teeth!
Is anyone else suffering like this or is it my age?
Enjoy your week everyone!