I'm not sure how it happened.  One minute I was an active, energetic, available single woman on the outlook for romance and adventure.  The next, I was trying to absorb the information I had just received from my oldest daughter:  that I was about to become a Grandmother.  A Grandmother?  Me?  But wait.... Grandmothers are elderly, matronly, white-haired ladies who are most often seen wearing an apron and bearing a tray of freshly-baked cookies, beaming with blissful domestic contentment... Right?  None of that described me. How could I be a Grandmother?