Oh where does the time go. It seems like only yesterday that my daughter came and told me that she was adopting her foster child. He was this cute little three-year-old that we fell in love with immediately. That little boy had been through so much when he first came but he always seemed to have a smile on his face. Not only did his heartbreak when his mother died, but my heart ached double for the loss of my daughter and the loss of his mother. This grandson is growing into a wonderful young man.
I was just on Facebook and could not believe some pictures of my grandson wrestling, he is growing up so fast and he just loves playing sports(his mother would be proud). Here is one of his wrestling pictures that somebody took: