Ok...so a Welsh Corgi can't quite replace this guy. What's a grandma to do!?!
My grandson is not mine by heredity. He is mine because my adopted daughter is mine - by love, by commitment.
How can I describe the tenderness I feel toward him? Although he looks a lot like my daughter, he is just himself... lovable because God created him to be so... precious, vulnerable.
As I held him in my arms, my heart was warmed, melted by his smile. No... I guess a Corgi just doesn't cut it.
I love you, Grandson.
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Mr. C man sends his love
Hey, Mr C. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxo
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