The little girl stopped in front of the gallery window. She asked her grandpa to lift her up to see "the shiny picture". Her tiny finger pointed to each object as she bubbled with questions. "Grandpa, what did that do? Did you ever see one of those before?" They dove into a picture of wonder on that calm, Sunday afternoon. Just a grandpa and his little princess.
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The little girl stopped in front of the gallery window. She asked her grandpa to lift her up to see "the shiny picture". Her tiny finger pointed to each object as she bubbled with questions. "Grandpa, what did that do? Did you ever see one of those before?" They dove into a picture of wonder on that calm, Sunday afternoon. Just a grandpa and his little princess.
The snow was coming soon. Daddy told us, that's what the old Farmer's Almanac prophesied. He just couldn't wait to have the first fire in the old pot bellied stove. All of that hard work and effort would warm Jeb's little bones after coming in from sledding with Daddy this winter. Not to mention the chocolate that I would have waiting for them. Seeing their noses as red as red could get and the icicles forming on Daddy's beard.
It's just the three of us living here in this little house, this year. I miss momma but I know that she's looking down on us and her love remains strong inside this home. This will be my first winter without her. I sure hope that I can take care of Daddy and Jeb as well as she did.
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