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What is there about my granddaughter that makes me thank God every day for allowing me the time that I have with her? I am not the one you want to use as an expert on the hereafter and the characteristics of an omnipotent creator. I do not know any secrets, but every heaven I can imagine includes the arms of my granddaughter reaching up telling me she wants to hold me. At three she owns me. By that I do not mean I let her run over me, not so, but I do try ever so hard to communicate with her on her level. I am not always successful but enough of the time I am satisfied with the results of getting her what she really needs, and me a little peace of mind. Sometimes it takes a little longer than it does others.

Thank God for this day and the wisdom to meet the trials with grace that occur in my small sphere of influence.

D Moarzjasac