'Twas the week before Christmas and our great-grandson got - the flu! No fun for sure. But it was truly a gift of sorts. Monday he spent the day with us and was liberal in handing out hugs. What's better than those intentional, snuggly, heart-felt hugs from a two-year-old? At the end of the day I needed aspirin for the achy muscles and I think I went to bed at 8:00. And I wouldn't have traded even a minute of the day. So very grateful for the sweetness and purity of baby love. I pray that the day comes when we may all love each other as wholly and sweetly. And how perfect to have experienced it as we wait for the celebration of the coming of Love in the world once again.
I must add that Braxton's liberal dispensation of hugs led to two weeks of hacking, sneezing, and nose-blowing for Fred and me. But I still love those hugs:-)
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