It seems as though our eldest son and his girlfriend of almost two years were blessed with a son back in May. We had no clue until she wrote Pokey a message via a most popular social networking site to tell him. I'll be honest and let you know that we were elated over the blessing of a baby to the family and heartbroken that our own son never told us. We're learning that adult children are completely whackadoodle sometimes and so much harder than younger ones.
I did write her back and told her that we were overjoyed at the news of his arrival and how we couldn't wait to meet them both. I gave her our phone number, just in case she didn't have it, and asked if I could make him something. I've yet to hear back but hopefully she will say yes.
So there you have it - at the ripe old age of 40, I have a grandchild. Mind. Blown.