"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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About Miss G ...
I have always been somewhat embarrassed over the years to write about my marvellous offspring. It seems like hubris or something, and I am ...
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.