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As I sit in my office this morning, I look over the computer screen and I see them.  My wife is holding my youngest granddaughter and walking this way.  It’s Thursday morning. We keep the little one every Thursday, and twice a month our church has a coffee fellowship where we enjoy food and time together.

“MeeVee,” as we call her (her name is Mary Violet), was a hit, once again.  Having a coffee fellowship on Thursday mornings, as you can imagine, is a time mostly for retired folks. To have a nineteen-month-old little girl is a great thing for everyone.  And she eats it up. She is shy for the first few moments and clings to either Gramma or Papa. But before long she is walking around, giving high fives, and talking gibberish to anyone who will listen.

That little girl has changed my life.  We have two other granddaughters, and we love them the same. But those two, for various reasons, were older when they entered our lives. And that is true for our sons, too. They were both toddlers when we adopted them. MeeVee is the first baby that Tina and I have ever shared.  And we are overwhelmed by so much that she does.

The greatest things she does for us is simply to love us. How do we know this? She hugs us. She runs to us. And every time she sees me for the first time, she breaks into this tremendous smile.  I will never tire of that smile. 

I trust that God will see my smile whenever I think of Him. He has been so good to me. His blessings are great and wonderful. He is good to us all the time. I hope you know of this goodness.