It was Grandpa’s birthday party, and he was everywhere.
He made sure the boys mowed the lawn the way he liked it, and that they
raked the leaves from the flower beds and weeded the vegetable garden.
The lawn furniture was washed and arranged, with the tables and chairs
close to the house and the Adirondack chairs around the fire pit.
He was even in the kitchen as the gals made all his favorite dishes,
sneaking tastes.
His granddaughter said, “I sure wish Gramps was here. I miss him so
much.”
And he kissed her head with the softest breeze.
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