Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Better than a Christmas tree, A smile says it all, Where did we leave off?

1. Steve asks me to help him with some wood at the table saw. I play the role of Grandpa Walton, guiding the boards as they exit the saw. The sharp scent of pine bursts forth with the first cut and fills the basement with the most wonderful aroma.
2. I think I am forgiven by daughter for the embarrassment I caused her. My apology is no sooner off my lips and she breaks into a lovely smile.
3. I'm caring for my little friend today, whom I haven't seen in a while. She cuddles into my lap, handing me book after book to share with her as if no months have separated our visits.

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