When we had our first grandchild I wondered if I could love another as much but I find that the love just grows. There's more and more of it, plenty to go around. A bit like the magic porridge pot: it just keeps pouring out. I am so grateful for that expanding pot of love.
A card for me from GrandDaughter2. |
2 comments:
The love for a grand baby is something special indeed, and a gift like that card you have from your granddaughter is worth a million.
It is, Jimmy!
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