* That I must somehow learn to paint pictures with words.
* That grandchildren call up all the latent mothering skills and that bonding is inevitable and intensely sweet...also a dagger when they leave.
* That I must somehow learn to paint pictures with words.
* That grandchildren call up all the latent mothering skills and that bonding is inevitable and intensely sweet...also a dagger when they leave.
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Somedays I like to be along side rather than tripping him up as I try to stay close. And I can paint pictures with my words! Just ask April. She says I'm far to descriptive! But I can't write....That's a blessing! :)
ReplyDeleteAnd I think you paint pictures with words. I love to read your writings.
Sorry about the daggars. That would be not so nice. I guess we enjoy the moments....