|Miss J contemplating imagination.|
|Mr. T on the right. Mr. L on the left. Listening to the angels, perhaps?|
Then it happened. My darling Mr.L with the hauntingly gorgeous, blue eyes was born a little over a year later to my son and daughter in law. Mr. L's energy level inspires me to laugh out loud everytime I see him. How his impish grin warms the cockles of my heart. And when he takes a breather to kiss his ol' grandma, I walk on a cloud.
(If Miss J asks me to hang out with her imaginary grandma, I'll be more than glad to do so; I'm just happy I am not really the imaginary one!)