I rock them to sleep with spoken lullabies of love. Love that never fails and endures through time.
The love of their mother who prays to be enough.
The love of Grandparents in heaven who are always near.
And the greatest Love of all. The Love that heals broken hearts and dreams. The Love that soothes fears and promises a life complete. The Love that brings light to the dark and joy to the sad.
Their lullaby is a story of children loved so deeply on both sides of the veil.
Thursday, January 07, 2010
Grandma To The Rescue
Two babies in my arms
Both sicky
Both crying
One fever
One throwing up
Not enough lap space
I need more hands
Time to call Grandma
(Thanks for saving me the other night Mom, LOVE YOU!)
I miss your mom. She HAS to be the sweetest lady on earth. I didn't even hang out with her that much but I will always remember her sweet manner and welcoming presence.
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Call me anytime. I loved coming over. Love, Mom
I miss your mom. She HAS to be the sweetest lady on earth. I didn't even hang out with her that much but I will always remember her sweet manner and welcoming presence.
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