This was my Conor in April, I was so proud of him then.
I thought my heart would burst with pride then.
Little did I know four months down the line
I would be so proud it made my heart ache with love.
This was him today, doesn't he look Fabulous?
His grandma looks not so good,
as every scrap of make up she had on at the beginning of the day,
came off with all the tears she cried.
They were such happy tears,
tears of joy,
tears of pride,
tears of love,
tears of patriotism.
This is a photograph of the women who adore this young man.
From left to right:
My sister Julia, his Godmother who totally adores him.
Me, the doting Grandma.
Conor the Man/Boy Soldier.
Jazmine his little sister who hero worships him.
His Very Proud Mum Clair, my daughter, I was so happy for her today.
My baby daughter Helen, who has cherished her nephew from the day he was born.
I told you I would bore you and guess what? I am not apologising for it either...
They may be more tomorrow, can you take it..LOL
Goodnight, God Bless, from a very tired but very happy grandma.