Publisher's Synopsis
When my Husband and I became Grandparents, we were surprised at the uncontrollable and endless flow of love and affection we felt for our Grandchildren. It was a feeling that seemed to equal or surpass the feelings we had for our children when they were growing up (sorry kids). But we soon found that while the love seemed to be as equal, expressing it was different. My maternal Grandmother displayed that same kind of endless flow of love for her grandkids. I knew her as Granny, and I believe she was the litmus test, the gold standard for all Grandmothers. She showered all of her grandkids with unconditional love and made each of us feel as if we were the most important person in the world. I knew Granny as Granny, and I am sure that I didn't learn her last name until I was much older. To me, her name could have been Granny, No Middle Initial, Granny, because to us it was about the way she made us feel, and how we felt about her, and the name Granny was all we needed to know. My grandkids call me Grandma, and for the longest time, that was my first and last name to them, and I didn't mind at all.
