I have a granddaughter who everytime I see her gives me something...a letter, a piece of candy, one of her toys, or a story she has written. Recently, I was sewing an outfit for her. It was one of those horrible sewing times, when nothing goes right....the thread kept breaking in the machine, the surger wouldn't go over the elastic...you know, one of those days when you ask why it is you attempt to make anything? That is when Joette came in my sewing room with a letter she had picked up in the mail box addressed to me. It was from this granddaughter. Her letter was bright and happy and full of fun questions. I was stressing over some skirt I was trying to make her, when all she really wanted from me was a letter. Sometimes I make loving someone so difficult. I need to take lessons from an 8 year old.
Monday, December 11, 2006
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SHe treasures those letters from you so much. She Loves you like crazy. Thank you for making her day brighter with your letters. I love you!
oh the small lessons we learn from children...they love our attention more than anything- even more than a cute skirt hand made by grandma!!!
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