Five years ago, with the help of his Mom and Dad, my grandson made his first appearance on the big stage we call life. Never having any of my own kids, having a baby recognize you and smile, or want you to hold him was all new to me. It took me a while to get comfortable enough to hold him, then I didn't want to give up. I remember how scared I was the first time I watched him, I don't think I let him move for fear he would hit his head or something.  In five short years we've built fires for marshmallows, built forts out of the kitchen table and some blankets, mowed the lawn a couple hundred times (even when it didn't need it) we've hung out at the park, and Ty's tavern, where we played pool and golf, and ate chicken strips. I remember picking him up from pre-school one day, and as his teacher,Miss Teddy, was putting him in his car seat, she asked what we were going to do. With out hesitation Conner blurts out loud and proud,"we're going to Ty's". Funny thing, his mom moved him to a later class this year, said I wouldn't have to pick him up this year,mmmmmm. I've said it before, grand kids are like dogs, loyal and forgiving, and with a little training they can fetch stuff from the fridge so you don't have to get out of the recliner. Happy birthday Conner, I love you very much