Let All That You Do Be Done In Love

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​This husband and I…

Went to the farmers market…came home with an 8 dollar jar…of pickled vegetables…not because we like veggies…or pickled stuff…we do…but instead…this jar of floating goodies…reminded this old gal…of someone…special…hot stuff…she called it…made it every year…sent a jar home with those babies of mine…saying she knew they loved it…

Back in the day…had to find a new babysitter for a 5 year old…14 month old…and a baby on the way…day care was hard to find…especially for a baby…one woman had an opening…welcomed those babies of mine…with open arms…60 years old but looked 40…vivacious…eccentric…dynamic…

Her home reminding one of that House on the Rock tour…full…to the brim…of awe inspiring anomalies…flea market finds…bird houses…paintings…arts and crafts…those daughters of mine…came home filthy…but they were loved…

Were fed bologna gravy and tomato sandwiches…but they were loved…
Played in the dirt and the sand…came home missing shoes and socks…but they…were loved…
Read to…played with…taught how to needlepoint…painted crafts…allowed to explore…create…play…

This woman…creator of the hot stuff…to those girls of mine…Grandma J…her retired husband and baby rocker extraordinaire…Grandpa J…not the day care imagined…expected…not a day care at all…but more like…a home…a kind and friendly home…where those babies of mine…

Were loved…
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And those daughters of mine…agree…