My Prayers

I remember the first time I held my granddaughter in my arms. She was minutes old. As I looked at her, she looked at me. She looked into my eyes, and I into hers. Her eyes were deep and rich, almond shaped brown with deep blue halos that only newborns seem to have. They were…

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Dreaming Again

After spending time with my grandchildren and my brother I am finding my heart to be more tender than I had known previously.

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