Little blonde granddaughter has been asking for a sleepover with her cousins
and asking to also have breakfast in bed for weeks now.
In this world gone mad, with all of us grieving over the senseless taking of innocent lives,
it seemed appropriate to take some time to listen, to grant this simple request,
to hold our grand babies a little tighter, to thank God for each moment we have with them.
And then, all it took was a half inch of sloppy wet snow, and boots and coats pulled on hastily over their pajamas, to make them very, very, happy.
Just an ordinary Tuesday morning here at Nana's house...
Linking with Tuesday's Unwrapped at Emily's