Remember the song, "Over the river and through the woods, to grandmother's house we go?"
In her case, the lyrics are a little different. They're, "Over the highway and through the town, to granddaughter's house we go."
She made the short drive to pick up her four-year-old granddaughter this afternoon. They were together all day yesterday, but for her, it did not seem long enough. The day in the presence of this little girl is just a study in relaxation, a chance to renew, strengthen, redeem herself.
The child can make her cry, with a few words.
The child can show her her soul just with a smile directed her way.
And the child can make her realize her blessings by saying, "Gramma, what did you wish for last night?"
She answered, after very little thought, "I wished that you could come back over to my house today, and look, it came true...what did you wish for?"
And without missing a beat the little girl said, "That I could see my Gramma again today, and see? It came true."
Love comes in all shapes and sizes, but there is no love like the electric love between grandmother and granddaughter. They look at one another and understand God and believe in angels.
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