It is amazing how time flies. My grandson’s ninth birthday is this week. I can still remember the day (or, actually, the morning) Drake was born. If I want to round up, I could easily say my grandson is 10 years old, which is mind-blowing. I don’t think I feel old, but it wouldn’t take much to push me over the line.
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