My kids love their Mommy. They love their Daddy... And they L-O-V-E their Mahmuh. When Mahmuh comes to town, it's a big deal. Brooklyn waited out on the lawn for hours, looking hopefully at each car that passed by. "I'm going to show her how I can ride this new bike," she reminded me as she went to practice again.
A grandma's love and attention is special. When I am exhausted and washing dishes in the sink, Mahmuh is upstairs talking to each girl, making each of them feel special, hearing all of their secrets. I love it when she comes -- they love it when she comes. We miss her and value her presence so very much. It makes us happy.
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