My daughter just sent this photo of a journal entry our youngest grandchild wrote at school. In case you’re wondering, I’m Nana.
And yes, I cried.
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My daughter just sent this photo of a journal entry our youngest grandchild wrote at school. In case you’re wondering, I’m Nana.
And yes, I cried.
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Thanks! I thought it was sweet.
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The things you see the little kids do and write are some of the most fun pieces. They are so honest and sweet. This is adorable!
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I don’t get to see the grands often, and they grow out of this phase so quickly. I’ll cherish this one.
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