A baby sweater passed down… one made for my first-born… by my Mom… aka Granny…
A token of love… shared with my niece… for her first-born… a reminder of Granny… who left us years before…
But yesterday… a great-niece to me… great-granddaughter of Granny… much older than a baby… she chose the sweater… to wear to school…
Love… it draws… wraps… warms… from generation to generation…
And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love.
1Corinthians 13:13
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