I have three sons. All of them are mine, regardless of genetics. (Nothing is ever straight forward in my life. I have one adopted son, one socially adopted son (my adopted son’s best friend), and one biologic son.)
Anyway, my adopted son has a wonderful girlfriend. He was a bit of a gigolo in college, and had one horrendous girlfriend in high school who was a train-wreck. He’s been dating a very nice girl “KT” for over a year now, and she is a real sweetheart. She likes to play board games with us and is just a very nice person.
So why am I telling you all of this? And why does my son hate me? Mostly because I keep telling him and her that I am ready to be a grandparent. My health isn’t the best, and while I don’t think its life threatening, I want to meet my grand babies before I die.
So I sent them this from the airport on my way home the other day. Because I am annoying – and consistent.
