Being a grandma is a fun job!!! You can visit with little ones, play with them, and then leave them to their own parents. But it is most often, simply a privilege that you are lucky enough to get to be called “Grandma, Grammie, Nanny, Nan or whatever she may be called in any other language!
|Blake & me on the deck at Lily's Cafe, on the banks of Lily Lake.|
I recently had that privilege with our second eldest grandson, Blake. He had just completed eighth grade and middle school. His final year before heading into high school in September.
Blake and I went to lunch at a ‘fancy’ lunch spot in our city. We chose Lily’s Cafe, located on the banks of Lily Lake, smack dab in the center of our city, within the 870 hectares or 2,200 acres of beautiful Rockwood Park.
I could tell Blake felt so grown-up, placing his own order and assisting me, in making a special request for our meal, to the waiter.
|Blake in front of the iron union statue in memory of the fallen and injured workers of the city, called "Day of Mourning", by artists Darren Byers and Fred Harrison of the town of Sussex, near Saint John.|
After lunch we took a tour of a part of the uptown area and then finished off our time with a visit to our local museum.
|Blake on the dock beside the Enchantment of the Seas in port for the day in Saint John.|
|Blake by the water fountain in Market Square.|
|We weren't really supposed to take pictures, but this one is without a flash.|
At fourteen, he may soon, no longer want to spend his time with his Grandma, as friends and young ladies hold more of his interests. So, I was very grateful for our few hours, of special time together!!