Over and over I read the bedtime story to my grand daughter. It was a story about nap time.
"...and when the nap time is over you can play with your blocks."
Her eyes perked up each time I read this line. On the 21st time I read that line her brain made a connection.
"Blocks! Blocks! Blocks!"
She jumped out of bed still saying her newest word. Cordelia ran to the corner of her room and pulled out her box of blocks I gave her for Christmas. We played with those blocks for over an hour.
I love my grand daughter more than anything. How did I live before she came into my life.
1 comment:
Dont they just tear at your heart strings - such innocence and love. Three cheers for grandchildren.
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