I cannot believe that Nathanael Pfiester is now 9 years old. He is and Dane are the only ones that I have made it just in time for. Nathanael obviously wanted to spend as much time with me as possible because he was born during my plane flight to be with Carianne after the birth. Aunt Norma had to pick me up at the airport and I had to stay with her the first night in Texas because of thunderstorms. It was an interesting evening. It also flooded over the 4th of July weekend just after he was born. Pam, Pam's friend Erica and I were alone at the Pfiesters while they were at a family reunion. The creek rose up almost to Carl's parents back porch. It was a wild weekend. Fortunately we were on high ground and planning on going nowhere anyway. We had a ball just watching the storms.
Nathanael has been a sweetheart since his birth. He is my second grandson. Like so many of my grandchildren he looks like both sides of his family. When he is with Clyde and me though, people can tell he is ours. That is always fun. Clyde is proud because Nathanael is lefthanded. I look forward to moving back to Texas in 2 years for two reasons. I will be warm and I will be closer to at least some of my grandchildren - my Pfiester grandchildren.
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