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Lyndonville, Vermont, United States
Hi there and welcome to my blog. I am a married 60 year old woman who still has the mind of a twenty year old. I have three children and two grandsons. I've been to hell and back each time stronger than the time before. If I can help you then it was all worth it.

Monday, August 12, 2019

Happy Birthday Barrett #NewBlogger#LongDistanceGrandma#Grandson#HappyBirthday

From your Dad
It’s never easy growing up.  If I can say anything about myself that I know to be completely honest it’s how I’ve managed to avoid growing up as much as any person ever has.  There never was a time where I sat back and thought to myself, “It’s time to slow down” or “I’m ready to be a grown-up”.  That is until I married your Mom.  Granted she would fight tooth and nail to argue that I’m

 still the same child she married, however, many years ago the unintentional act of growing up had to and did, happen.  It wasn’t anything she did.  It wasn’t anything I did.  It was the conscious act of deciding we wanted to have you.  I wish I could say there was some amazing Dragon Ball Z style transformation (we’ll watch it someday) or some coming of age story all Breakfast Clubesque (we won’t bother watching that one I’ll just wiki it for you) it just sort of happened.  It’s not often I and your mom come to a joint decision without much deliberation but we both managed to both our surprises to end up in a place where you were the next move to make and much to our surprise you must have been in the same mindset because you didn’t waste a minute.  POOF! Baby.  I would hate for the day to come where you read this and not be completely honest so I’ll tell you how I really feel.  Ready.  It’s not to say that I’m not excited or nervous, it’s just that those feelings take a far back seat to just being ready to get things started.  You’re the culmination of a lot of luck, hard work, and positive karma and the beginning of a new time for me, the end of a time that lasted almost 30 years.  So with a room full of baby crap that’s beginning to appear to be growing on its own (thank your mom for that) and the days slowly ticking by until I have to watch the labor thing happen (not exciting) we patiently (your mom isn’t patient anymore) await the arrival of the next generation of Couture’s (even if you’re going to have to listen to 2 different pronunciations for the rest of your life).  So until then do your part and be healthy, kick the heck out of mom’s insides and try and develop me and Grandma Rose’s awesome blue eyes!  Love you.

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