"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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Silver Spoons and Hot Bathwater
I have been thinking about money lately. It comes to me that I am and have been extremely lucky. I have never missed as much as a single me...
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.