Every time Laura Jo comes over she is holding hand-picked flowers from her yard for me. This is the first time they actually had stems....ha! You may see weeds, but this Majo sees a beautiful bouquet! I was made for this...This grandma gig....They run through my door with outstretched arms waiting for a Majo hug and kiss and a little happy dance. In return I get flowers, a drawn picture, or sometimes a dirty diaper....which by the way, smell like a meadow of lilacs....ok, maybe that is a stretch there...ha! The point is, they are precious and a treasure this Majo is humbled to accept.
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