The Gift

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This was my gift to my grandparents for their 50th wedding anniversary. My aunt had asked me would I do it a year in advance (I guess she wanted to make sure my social calender wasn't packed :) ), and I was more than happy to oblige. They were both speechless after I read it. That's saying something because those who know my Papa and Granny know they are never speechless. Granny was finally able to tell me how much it meant to them today. I think they were so shocked they didn't have time to process everything. She said it was something they would treasure for the rest of their lives. I'm so glad. All a writer can ever hope for is that their work will be appreciated by others.

I said I would share it so here it is. I'm also posting it so my family will be able to look back on this time with fond memories even if their memory fails them.

Comments

Kath' said…
What a tear jerker. I bet they are so proud and feel so loved. I see you dropped by my blog. Come back and sign the guest book so you will know when I have my blog contest. It was nice to see you there. I have clicked on your blog to follow your journey in life. Have a wonderful Weekend. Kath' at www.lilbitoldlilbitnew.com
11:21 PM
Gwen said…
Beautiful work!!! I totally see why they loved it and were speechless. :) XOXO
9:39 AM
My Diabetic Sweet Life said…
Thanks for leaving a little something about you on my blog post. I've loved getting to know more of you better and feel very blessed to have you all in my life. Soon I'll be making a post where I'll help you all get to know me better too.

I hate broccoli too - awful stuff....unless its in a stir fry LOL
3:21 AM
Krystyn @ Really, Are You Serious? said…
What a sweet, sweet gift.
8:49 PM
tam7777 said…
You have such a gift for writing. Keep it up. I am sure Mama & daddy loved it.
2:20 PM
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