Thursday, 20 January 2011

baby girl, son, and coffee

1. It warms my heart when my sweet baby granddaughter snuggles into my arms and gently strokes my hand and then falls asleep. Soft lips pursing into a baby pout and then a gentle sigh as she drifts deeper into a late afternoon slumber. I am her Grandma.

2. Seeing my sons face soften and become gentle when he looks at his wife.

3. Coffee smells like morning.

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