gramma, do you remember my old house?
i got soda but i'm not a soldier...
meowing instead of singing the words to a song
mom, this is our first pizza picnic in our new yard
gramma, will you read this rapunzel story to us again?
goodnight bunny bouncy ball--see you in our yard tomorrow
hey gramma, you have green eyes like rapunzel!
...and thankful gramma can stay with us...
Thursday, March 17, 2011
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That last made me tear up. The love of grandchildren is truly the sweetest.
How funny that we spend our lives chasing after romantic love, thinking that's unconditional when it's the love of a child that truly fills that 100% acceptance need.
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