There’s Just Something About “The First”
The first bicycle; the first dance, the first boyfriend, the first kiss, the first home, and the first child. Though the love is no stronger for any of my seven grandchildren from the other, there is still “just something” about the FIRST. Who knew that all those silly, photo-toting, beaming-from-ear-to-ear, incessantly jabbering about their grandkids…