“Love, Sweet Love. . .It’s the Only Thing That There’s Just Too Little Of”

My granddaughter Shelby and I were sitting outside on the front steps of her house a couple of days ago.  She was squished up against me as tight as she could and she looked at me and said, “Grampa, I love you.  Thanks for coming to my house,”  and she gave me a little peckContinue reading ““Love, Sweet Love. . .It’s the Only Thing That There’s Just Too Little Of””