If you were to question anyone who sat anywhere near me when our daughters were
playing volleyball, running track, playing tennis, showing lambs, competing in debate tournaments
or one act play, let’s just say I may have been a little intense-
when I wasn’t hiding my eyes or sticking my fingers in my ears.
Nothing, however, prepared me for this.
Every feeling I have as a grandmother grows exponentially,
as in what-a sized, amped up, increased to the nth degree.
Add trying to take an action shot through a small opening in a chain link fence at a baseball
tournament, praying something will be in focus, and I am fanatically exhausted.
It is wonderful.
