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Picture this. You’re eighty years old, sitting in the coziest chair looking out the window at the most beautiful day. You’re remembering all that happened in your life so far. All of your favorite moments. All the times you laughed, cried, cheered, felt sad, and felt truly content and happy. And you realize it is all about the small moments that you are dreaming about. Unstoppable laughter with your family. Coffee with friends. Those conversations you never want to end. Wrapping gifts with love. Your children holding you tight like they will never let go. The sunrise of a new day that you watched with your favorite person. Morning kisses. The slow holidays. Growing vegetables & flowers in the garden, and receiving handwritten notes. It’s always the little things that become the big things. And if you focus on the small things now, you will always have the most beautiful memories to go by.
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today, my grandfather would have been 99 years old. he passed away in 1993 when i was ten years old and my memories of him full of joy and fun and so much goodness; playfulnesses and a sense of love on his Midwestern dairy farm.
remembering him and these golden pieces of advice today…