It’s been a while since I posted about how much I love being a grownup, so I thought I’d go there again. I love being a grownup. I love being able to decide any given day what kind of person I want to be, and I love that I can take the steps to be it. Having lived a while, there’s even a pretty good stock of experiences inside that
This is Mr. Grubbs. He’s Grandpa to me, Pap to many, and Clifford officially. He’s loved by everyone who knows him. And apparently if you go with him to Lambert’s at 8:30 p.m. on a Friday night, complete strangers will pay for the meal. She was a friendly stranger though with long, pretty reddish hair. She walked right up to Grandpa while we waited with the masses on Lambert’s porch.