"You don't need to push me on the swing anymore Grama. I can get up by myself."
It took her a while to gather momentum, but up she went. By herself.
Spread your wings, little bird, and fly. Fly high.
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July 1967 This photo was my father’s favourite. It is of my mother in their backyard under a willow tree, with my daughter; her age was ab...
it's got to be heart-opening and heart-rending at the same time, somehow.
ReplyDeletesniff. i think the same is coming to our house soon.