My nephew and his wife have an eleven-month-old, and they named him after my father, Burton, who passed away in 1989. If my dad were still alive, he’d be 119 years old. He was born when airplane flight was brand new, before the first World War, when the U.S. had only 45 states.
I so agree with you on this. Let the next generation lead the way instead of clinging to all the old ways of thinking! I see all the same things whenever I hang out with my grandkids. Each of them will contribute so much because they're different. They're insightful in ways I never was. :) Yay for the next generation.
I so agree with you on this. Let the next generation lead the way instead of clinging to all the old ways of thinking! I see all the same things whenever I hang out with my grandkids. Each of them will contribute so much because they're different. They're insightful in ways I never was. :) Yay for the next generation.