Is there such a thing as too much happiness?
I believe there is.
And when a person becomes too happy, the happiness is taken away.
Just when I thought that I could finally be a real grandmother, not just a signature on the bottom of a birthday or Christmas card, I get the news that things are not working out between Gabe and his fiancee... his now 'ex' fiancee, the mother of his new born baby boy. He is heart broken.
So am I.
I want my son to find true happiness. I thought he had. I want him to know the magic of raising his own family. I guess it just wasn't meant to be... not now, not yet.
I want to be the best grandmother I can but I can't help but feel cheated.
Was it really just last night that I posted those beautiful pictures of Gabe and his new family?
If you can't find anything nice to blog about, don't blog.
Excuse me while I don't blog.