Why would anyone drive 350 miles across the Allegany Mountains and just turn around and come back the next day?
“Gramma! You came, you came for my recital!” This youngest grandchild of mine flew down the sidewalk and jumped into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck. I hold her tight for a long moment.
Of course I came.
1 comment:
She's lucky to have a Grand that does that for her.
My hat is off to you.
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