Day 3 A treasured memory

I’m lucky because I have many, many treasured memories.  I’ll share this one:

It had been a long day and I was tired.  I was tucking my three-year-old grandson into bed, snuggling beside him, telling him a story.  A moment of quiet settled on us. 

I was looking at him, studying his face.  He reached up and cupped my cheek in his small hand.

“I wuv you, Nannah,” he said.  He said it with such sincerity and feeling, I will never forget it.

Now, he lives far, far away.  But his words remain forever deep in my heart.

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