Grandma time passes as quickly as a sneeze, and it stands as still as an eyelash on a sleepy pink cheek.
It’s sweet like a New Jersey Mallomar, and tasty like a crisp deli dill.
It’s a soft, smushy matzo ball in a salty bowl of soup.
Grandma time whooshes away and bounces back, away and back, away and back like a playground swing.
It’s a peek and a boo; giraffes at a zoo; a skinna-ma-rinky dinky dink; an I love you.
Grandma time stands wobbly but so very proud. It’s a raspberry kiss and a laugh out loud.
It’s a smile that wiggles from big bright eyes to tiny toes.
It’s board books, and wheels on a bus that go round and round.
Grandma time is patty cake and bakers man.
It’s I can’t wait until I see you again.
There is no reply that can speak to the beauty of these pictures and the amount of human hopefulness that shines through that 2 tooth smile!
I loved that observation! There is so much hope in the next generations!
How soon does great grandma Peggy want to start giving Margo piano lessons!
We’ve penciled the first one in for Christmas 🎹🎶😄