We went to our granddaughter’s kindergarten graduation.
My daughter and son-in-love saved seats for her four grandparents.
We were all in the second row.
On the stage, in the gym, we saw wonderful decorations.

The scenery was based on, Oh, The Places You’ll Go, a book by Dr. Seuss.
This is a Christian school which goes from pre-school to twelfth grade.
The ceremony was Christ centered.
The children sang songs about being God’s promise.

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My two oldest granddaughters each have a diary.
It is the same kind of diary that I had as a girl.
The color is not as important as the fact that the diary has one important thing.
A girl’s first diary must have a lock and key.

My oldest granddaughter had already gotten her diary as a present.
My next oldest granddaughter got her diary from me.
It was the best possible present.
It was pink and came in its own slipcase box, with a satin ribbon to keep your place.

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My husband went on a mission trip to El Salvador to build houses.
He has been doing these kind of trips every year for over twenty five years.
These trips are planned months in advance.
Little did he know that while he was in 80 degree weather, we would be in single digits.

Not only single digits, but snow, lots of snow, and sleet, and ice.
My husband was to be gone for ten days.
We have someone who plows our driveway.
We have a wonderful boy across the street who shovels the walkways for us.

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This year was Gallagher Thanksgiving.
My son, who is a lawyer, came up with the wonderful idea quite a few years ago.
Even years, we celebrate Gallagher Christmas with everyone here.
Odd years, we celebrate Gallagher Thanksgiving.

This year everyone was here.
My two sons, daughter-in-loves, and three of my grandchildren, were here for most of the week.
The others came on Thanksgiving day.
The seven grandchildren played together all day and had so much fun.

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I noticed it as I glanced down in my kitchen sink.
I was ready to go out for my morning walk.
I noticed some black specs in the sink that were not there the night before.
I made a mental note to deal with it when I got back home.

After my walk, I went to the sink to get some water.
Then I saw it.
It was looking back at me.
It was a tiny mouse in my kitchen skin.

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I was leaving the parking lot.
I was at the traffic light, which would get me on the main road.
I was turning right.
A car was coming up next to me, turning left out of the parking lot.

The car made me smile.
It was a bright, yellow Volkswagen Beetle.
There were daisy decals all over the car.
There was writing, in a 60s style font, on the side door.

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This has been a hot, humid summer.
Not my favorite weather.
Not my favorite season.
I like cold weather, though I may be in the minority.

If you’re cold, you can always put on another layer to keep warm.
If you’re cold, you can always sit under a blanket with a cup of tea and a book.
If you’re hot, there is only so much you can remove to get cool.
Even after a nice shower, the humidity will make you feel as if another shower is in order.

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My oldest granddaughter is seven years old.
She will soon be in second grade.
She loves to read.
There is always a book in her hand.

She cannot wait to tell me what she is reading.
She tells me all about the plot and the characters.
She has read aloud to me.
Her ability to read and comprehend is quite amazing.

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My oldest grandson turned three years old in January.
He begins pre-school this fall.
He is growing in leaps and bounds.
He is still a little boy.

We all go to the beach during my birthday week each summer.
My oldest daughter brings something for her nieces and nephews to do while at the beach.
Often it is crafts for the girls; this year they made bracelets and headbands.
Not exactly the most interesting thing for the boys to do.

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It is hot.
This week, the temperatures are in the high nineties.
The real feel temperature is over one hundred degrees.
This kind of weather is not my favorite.

I love cold weather.
I love the shorter days of winter.
I love being inside, reading a book, near the fireplace.
I know I am in the minority.

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