Here I sit watching another day ebb away. A day white with snow--fluffy snow that flies away as Elli smiles walking up the driveway from the school bus. It is bitter cold as she carries her hat in her hand and Grandma (that's me) quickly covers her soft hair.
I try to remember what life was like when I was four years old with soft silken hair. Fifty-seven years prevent me from having very many memories of my life then. I knew that I was living in a loving family. I had a big brother and a little brother--and a Mom and a Dad.
I knew I was loved and I knew I was safe. What more could I wish for my precious girl?
For Elli and Grandma this day has made new memories...soft and white and silken...and filled with love.
I try to remember what life was like when I was four years old with soft silken hair. Fifty-seven years prevent me from having very many memories of my life then. I knew that I was living in a loving family. I had a big brother and a little brother--and a Mom and a Dad.
I knew I was loved and I knew I was safe. What more could I wish for my precious girl?
For Elli and Grandma this day has made new memories...soft and white and silken...and filled with love.
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