I was further inspired yesterday to write my letter to my grandchildren because I was with two of them.
The older of them is a three year old boy with curly blonde hair that looks like wheat fields painted by Vincent Van Gogh and has eyes so blue that they contain their own weather. He loves it when I read to him. I have been reading books to him for years; the same books over and over and over again. Yesterday, his favorite was “Hop on Pop.” He straightens out both arms and clenches his hands together joyfully anticipating the next lines - “Stop. You must not hop on Pop.” He howls with laughter.
Then there is Perfectly Pretty Penny. And she is. The prettiest part of her is her smile. When you look at her she always smiles back. There is nothing more beautiful in this world than a happy woman. Penny is nine months old and she has perfected the art of filling my heart bucket. In my arms, she will often lean her head into my neck. She fills my heart bucket like Niagara Falls.
I am blessed with six grandchildren. All of them amazing. All of them motivate me to write, re-write, and edit my letter to them. They have given me so much joy and happiness. I feel compelled to return the love.
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