Jesus loves me
As a child, I absolutely loved seeing my grandparents, both sets lived very far away, and we only got to see them every other year. When we were expected, Grandma Estelle would be out in the yard watching for us. As we piled out of the station wagon, she would give each of us a great big hug and a kiss on our forehead. She fussed over us, made our favorite dishes, played with us, and sang with us. We all loved being with her because she truly, deeply, loved us. When Grandma called, we came arunnin’ because we knew it was something good. We knew this from experience. Everything she did for us was filled with love.
