Little soft hands held in a wee prayer captured my heart at our family dinner.

 A vase of bright yellow daffodils gathered from the old garden echoed this little blessing.

 A wonderful evening of a lovingly prepared dinner and time to be together.

 Feeling our recent loss and accepting, treasuring and sharing memories of Mom, Grandma.

 Little praying hands holding us gently and keeping us strong.


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