Kind and Caring (Cee’s FFC)

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Her greatness comes in the kindness she shares
a grandmother whose motive is only to care:

gginyellow

An example whose ripples are felt down the line
by a grandson who takes time to listen and chat:

GGnjay

and granddaughters who practice her loving art:

the legacy passes from one generation to the next –
kindness and caring, let’s pray it never ends.

7 thoughts on “Kind and Caring (Cee’s FFC)”

Birds and Bees Hideout says:

April 18, 2018 at 2:24 am

Beautiful and warm post. I can feel the love.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  April 18, 2018 at 2:49 am
  
  Thank you.
  
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Olga says:

April 10, 2018 at 8:03 pm

Beautiful post, VJ. ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  April 10, 2018 at 8:18 pm
  
  Thank you so much.
  
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beehalton2 says:

April 10, 2018 at 7:40 pm

So beautiful 😊 reminds me of my grandmother 😚

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  April 10, 2018 at 7:44 pm
  
  Thank you so much. What a beautiful site you have.
  
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  1. beehalton2 says:
    
    April 10, 2018 at 7:53 pm
    
    Thank you very much. I was just playing around with canva a design page but am rather happy with it. Thanks for stopping by 👍
    
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