Yesterday our grandson, Nolan, turned one. Last year I wrote a poem about the day he was born and it was 17-degrees and we had 18-inches of snow. Much different this year - 30-degrees and not a speck of snow.
He has been a God send to me this year - a bright and soft place to go when everything else seemed so difficult. Life goes on, and it's never more evident than with a grandchild. He brings a hope and excitement about our future - that's a lot of responsibility for one little guy - but I think he's up to it!
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