Today my oldest grandson turns 18.  The age of legal majority, able to vote, purchase alcohol (I don’t think that has changed in NZ…has it?), get married without parental consent, sign contracts.  And I’m thankful that my daughter has raised a young man who I know can be trusted with those responsibilities.  Not so sure about the getting married bit, I think the age of consent for that should be a lot older.  But I will keep my cynicism under control on that score. 

I’m the typical doting grandmother.  I’ve adored this boy since the moment he was born.  He’s brought everyone in the family constant joy with his loving, good natured ways.  I sorta miss being able to hug him to my breast but, to make up for it, he hugs me to his chest.  

Congratulations to my beautiful boy.