Being a grandma

 Being a grandma isn’t something that fades with time.

It grows.

With every hug, every laugh, every small moment shared together.

It lives in the quiet comfort of sitting side by side.

In the joy of watching you become who you are meant to be.

This love doesn’t run out.

It doesn’t get smaller.

It becomes deeper, softer, stronger…

with every piece of my heart you carry with you.

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