"Mom, I want to sit on your lap..." She hikes her tiny leg up, siddles right on in, tucks her warm 'piggle-wiggle' headed top underneath my chin. She is mesmerized at the jumping about of the needle, the whirl of the machine's motor, the inhale-exhale of my chest. Her body becomes limp with concentration and relaxation.
If my grandma has a window in her mansion in Heaven that looks down on my home.......... surely she is smiling!
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