My grands are so joyful. It is the unbridled joy of childhood. I sometimes, because of them, get to glimpse that uninhibited happiness. Hmmm...joy in a canning jar on my shelf of memories. One of those jars with a scrap of calico and ribbon and maybe a hand scrawled note that says For you, Gran.
Saturday, August 31, 2013
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