I'm wound so tight these days, if you bounced a quarter off my brain, it would rebound higher than Bango, the Milwaukee Bucks mascot.
My heart beat sings, "Please. Please. Please."
Less than 48 hours until my granddaughter arrives.
Over the weekend, I went to Springfield to watch my 48-year-old cousin graduate from college--summa cum laude--after eight years of night school. Laura is living proof it's never too late to be what you might have been.
Miracles happen. One is scheduled for 7:00 am Wednesday morning.
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Miracles happen all the time. All. The. Time.
Lighting the Marys for all.
Can't wait until you find time to unwind and snuggle with that dear, lovely granddaughter of yours.
Love.
Love.
May the miracle about to arrive shine bright in all your lives.
waiting for some joyous news...
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