Today I held and cuddled my three month old granddaughter for a short time.  As I drove home I could smell her sweet baby smell on me and I couldn't help but smile and think of it as a precious snatched moment.

And then their were the hugs from her big sister and brother.  Hugs and sweet smells - they linger.

      I love you to the moon and to the far off hills

          Your hugs and sweet smells

          Linger

          I smile at their memory

          And can't wait to hold and hug you again.

      I love you to the moon and to the far off hills.

A few days ago my son sent me a text asking if he and his daughter, Emma, could stop by. "Of course," I replied.  To which Emma exclaimed, "I knew she would say yes, because Grandma loves me.  Grandma loves all her grand kids." 

And I'm overwhelmed at the quiet joy my grandchildren give me.
maryedith

"I am blessed with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ."  Eph. 1:3