Sunday, April 13, 2014

Grandad's Coat

When I was a little girl, I often stole my dad's sports jacket on Sunday mornings because he'd get hot as he started preaching, and I'd get cold as I started sitting still in the pew. 

So, today when I looked over at lunch and saw my daughter in one of the coats I often wore, I nearly cried. So many memories.

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