Our grandchildren were coming to visit this weekend, and I heard that the oldest, a little over two and a half years, was going to be bringing her grandfather a picture. I could see her clutching her drawing as she followed her parents up the church aisle. Oh, the joy that came over her face when she handed him her gift.
They say children live in the moment, and as I get older, I find I get lost in the moment. It's when all around you becomes quiet and the only thing that you see and hear is what is before you. Moments that are inscribed upon the heart. I will never forget her look.
Deo Gracias!
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