I've been in complete denial but that's been harder and harder to maintain, especially today since Jason actually went over to check out the situation.
I'm trying very, very hard to be positive and supportive of my daughter and her husband because that's what mothers do and it's the right thing to do.
As you can imagine, I am having a very, very hard time with the concept that there may be a move which would preclude me from seeing my grandsons every time I get the notion to see them.
Very hard time.
And Mr. Moon is having the same hard time and let me just say this- you are, oh, twenty-something years old. Or thirty-something. Whatever. You are in love and it's amazing and you have the sex with the one you are in love with and maybe even married to. And a beloved baby happens. And then, another million years (one second later) another baby happens and you are a grandparent and this is way more unexpectedly joyful than anything you could possibly imagine. And you fall head over heels in love in a way that you were not aware was possible.
And your life is never the same. Ever.
Sex. Mother Nature.
One day at a time.
I'm doing the best I can.
Me and the old man. We're hanging in there.
I guess what I'm saying is- when you have The Sex, you have no idea what can happen.
You may quote me on that.