Later one night this past week, we heard little footsteps coming from the back door. In comes two little grandsons in their jammies for a visit. It was a good surprise. Of course they couldn't leave with a "nana".
“If we keep no diary [journal], the path crumbles away behind us as our feet leave it; and days gone by are but little more than a blank, broken by a few distorted shadows. Life is all confined within the limits of to-day….”
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