Pictures remember for us in our era
Lord, I am grateful for my grandson, even if he never calls me back. He has no clue that i know I may never see him again, given my age and distance, nor that he may ever see me again; if it matters to him, which I can’t tell at this point in life, although I mattered a lot at that point when he’s on the swing. There was certainly love then. Thank you, Lord for that childhood love.
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