Laughs, love, and little feet
My seven grandchildren (number eight is on the way) never cease to amaze me. Just when I think they can’t get any funnier or more adorable — they do! Recently, I had the opportunity to assist my daughter-in-law, Katie, as she unpacked the moving trucks for her mother, who was relocating from Kentucky to Pennsylvania. After unwrapping box number 25, we had quite the mountain of crumpled packing paper heaped on the floor. My four-year-old grandson, Oliver, was having the time of his life, running across the room and leaping into the pile like it was a mound of fall leaves. At the ...