Grandmas hold our tiny hands for just a little while, but our
hearts forever.
~Author Unknown

A very true statement I received in the mail a day or two ago. I still remember my grandmothers with great fondness. Yes – even the one who dyed her hair jet black and told me to call her Auntie. The other one was a traditional grandma-shape: round and squishy. She had an infectious laugh and made it clear that I was the centre of her world.

I have seven grandchildren, and all I can do is to hope that I make a difference in their lives. They won’t know how often I think of them or see their faces in my mind’s eye, but I will try to make sure they know how much they are loved.

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4 Responses to Grandmothers

  1. Ray says:

    Isn’t it GRAND to have time to do that??
    Hope the throat’s a bit better and you’re feeling improvement.
    How about the porch…..or should I not ask?

  2. freda says:

    GRAND indeed, Ray. Throat is better and porch is not!

  3. chris says:

    Just off to have lunch in Glasgow with my granddaughter (aged 10 weeks) – her mother will be there, of course, but she’s a joy too after having a house full of chaps!

  4. freda says:

    And think of all the lovely girlie things you can look for in the shops!

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