Wonder what I've been up (or down) to this fall?
Yes, that's me, sitting cross-legged on the floor, playing with the grandson.
I remember my grandmother, back in North Texas, playing with my daughter when she was this age, as a baby.
My grandmother's name was Florence, and she loved that little great-grandbaby of hers. My daughter was the first great-grandbaby to come along.
Florence wrote poems about my little girl-child.
Unfortunately, Florence didn't get to see her get much older, she left us, and my daughter didn't get to know her as she grew up.
Maybe that's why I dote on these grandbabies, moving all the way to Louisiana to be closer to them.
You have no idea how hard it is for me to get down on the floor like that, but it's worth it!
My sneaky daughter snapped this photo, obviously while I wasn't looking!
And honestly, I'm glad to have the picture.