What could possibly be better than Christmas or a birthday, a visit from my spirit guide (Dinahh), a warm spring day, the gentle sound of rain while I'm drifting off to sleep, the first cup of coffee in the morning, walking barefoot on a beach and holding hands, the blue-blue-blue of the warm Caribbean, the first snow of winter, the sweet smell of freesia ...
That could only be the warm and fuzzy feelings you get, being with children and grandchildren.
Robert and I have a few things to get done first around here this morning and then we're driving to Connecticut. We've been invited to my grandson's (three-year old, Jack), birf-day pah-tee. I'm going to be a little scarce until we return on Sunday evening, but I'm sure you'll understand.
After all, what could possibly be better ...
"Gram-mee, you're not old. You're like ... you're like a cupcake with lotsa frostin' onna top ..." ~a grandchild
Ya gotta love 'em.
Hugs,
CJ
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