Laughter still ringing in my ears and through my mind,
of last night's play time with my Granddaughter.
Playing with small, little balls on the table, belly
laughs abounding.
Tears in our eyes as the balls bounced off and on the
table, on our arms and into each other.
A great time together, forever bonding with each
activity we join together in.
(9: 31 a.m. - 11/18/13)
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