in order for a seed to grow, it must first burst its shell of limitations.
Monday, February 14, 2011
What is love? Grandma Hazel.
On Valentine's day, I remember my Grandma Hazel, who showed us love in so many ways: hugs and kisses, generosity, creative gifts, acceptance of all, and rarely a unkind word against anyone. She wrote beautiful letters, in beautiful script for as long as I can remember. Always telling us she loved us. Never asking for anything in return.