Grandma, grandma.
What honey.
When i cry it make my pillow wet.
I know, it's okay. It's just little tears and they will dry.
I never knew how much the child suffers in their innocence to connect to that for which they were born of God's creation.
I miss my family and sometimes I think it becomes easier to dismiss until another day, a simple phone call while we're lost in the business of our own lives.
I'm also yearning for one of those family Colorado camping trips.
Happy Labor Day family & friends.
