My name is nana...

When I became a grandma it became everything I’d been told it would be and more. I just wasn’t sure what to expect. I still feel like I could have another child (don’t worry, I won’t) but life’s like that, right? Don’t we always feel young in our hearts? I tried really hard to get used to being called grandma. But it felt weird. Then we tried “nan” but my son in law said it sounded like “man” and by golly I don’t want to be a man. So, we went with Nana. And I feel like the most blessed nana alive.