"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Counting My Blessings #4 Grandchildren

      These guys, of course. When your own children are growing up, and then moving out into their own lives, you think nothing could ever hold your heart as they do. But grandchildren are something else again, especially if you live close enough to be with them often.  In these happy young faces, you see something of your own child again, not exactly as they were, but close enough.  These little ones are obviously not your own children, but they do things, say things, give you looks, that remind you of yours. They do their own unique things as well, things which endear them to your heart.
     They restore hope to your heart, hope for the future of the world.  They are your last best chance to instill some influence, some goodness into what will come.

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