Alexander Pushkin
A Moment to Remember
A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there.
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare....
This poem continues and speaks of other things, but I felt it properly described my beautiful granddaughters. Don't you agree?
My previous post was about MY Grandmother as a granddaughter. Now we get my perspective from the other side of the coin with me as the grandmother!
1 comment:
Jessica looks so chunky in that picture!! BTW, my kids love seeing pics of themselves on your blog!!
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