Those of you who are grandparents know the pleasure of meeting your
grandson or daughter in the morning and knowing that for a brief time their
world is yours to shape and to fill with love.
Over the last month we were in Australia, every morning when I first
saw my grandson, he would run over, and give me a great big morning hug and he
would ask, “What’s gamma doining?” Or if he saw my wife first she would get the
hug first and he would ask, “Whats gammpa doining?”
I miss my morning hug.
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