170. Happy Birthday, Blake!

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It is Blake's tenth birthday today. He's growing up so quickly and, like most sentimental Grandmothers, I wish time could stand still. In celebration, I recall an episode from his toddler-hood, when ALL of us were younger!

Wasn't he gorgeous! (He still is.)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BLAKE!

Of course, Blake is a Big Boy now.

Today he's turning TEN!

And it seems in a twinkling of an eye

Little boys turn into men.

But I still recall the happy days

As Grandmas often do,

When he lived in Quirindi

And he was only two.

His home was in the country

And mine was by the sea,

But I often used to visit

For a week or two or three.

We'd enjoy each other's company

Playing in the sun,

And Barney, such a dear old dog,

Joined in all our fun.

The time would come when I had to leave

And so I'd say 'Goodbye'

And catch the train to Newcastle,

Trying not to cry.

My daughter said he missed me,

And I believe that's true,

So making phone-calls frequently

Became the thing to do.

The first time that I spoke to Blake

He looked puzzled for a while,

And then I'm told his expression changed

And he began to smile.

But he must have thought that I had shrunk

To fit inside the phone!

I wonder how he pictured me

When he thought how small I'd grown!

For, suddenly he shook the phone

And then I heard him shout,

All the way from Quirindi,

'Come out Grandma! Come out!'

(Recent family photographs on PLUS blog.)