There is a 12 year old granddaughter in my life...
12! years! old!
And while in New Orleans we had some
Nana/Hopers time together.
But "Hopers" isn't so fitting any more.
In the few short months since we've seen each other last,
this little girl has grown up!
Beautifully.
Inside and out!
Time to drop the "rs".
But, thankfully,
that little girl playfulness is still there
Right under the suface,
exposing itself spontaneously, frequently, joyously.
Imbedded forever in the spirit
of this young lady.
So, Hope,
until our next time together
continue your joie de vivre,
and I can't wait to see you again!
1 comment:
love that last shot, especially.
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