The other day I was pretty worn out, and was rocking Luke in my Aunt Wilma recliner that Kathy passed on to me.
I got thinking about how much Aunt Wilma would have liked to know that I was rocking my babies to sleep in her chair, how she would have held them and cooed over them and loved them. And then I felt like I was getting a big hug from Aunt Wilma.
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