Grandparents Day
Grandparents Day. Everything I believe traces back to a grandmother and a porch light. Call them — they're a library, and libraries don't stay open forever.
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Grandparents Day. Everything I believe traces back to a grandmother and a porch light. Call them — they're a library, and libraries don't stay open forever.
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Father's Day and the summer solstice on the same Sunday. A lot of warmth for one calendar square. The peak is also the turning — appreciate what's at its fullest.
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The quiet, steady kind of love — the kind that keeps the light on without making a production of it — is the kind that shapes everything.
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