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Saturday, October 31, 2015

Ten Years Old and Counting


“The wonder of a miracle from which love began. There is so much found in the touch of holding a grandchild’s hand.”
~Unknown

This post is linked with:
Weekend in Black and White
Through My Lens
Wordless Wednesday

23 comments:

  1. Oh my goodness, that is such a sweet and beautiful photo! About the red church door, I always expect a red door on an Episcopal church. I'm hoping that it is that way for a reason, like the significance of it. Thanks for stopping in today!

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  2. Hi Genie,

    It's been a long time since we visited each other. as legend has it, the Nian/dragon breathed fire and ate children and animals, that made it very scary. They found the Nian was afraid of loud sound and the colour red. Since then, he wasn't so scary anymore.

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  3. Beautiful. Is this Eloise? A wonderful portrait!

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  4. Beautiful picture and those french braids are so neat. My Blessing has curly hair so our braids never look that neat.

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  5. What a delightful photo! Taken with so much love.

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  6. Awwwwww, so very precious. French braids...love it.
    This photo couldn't be more perfect done in B&W makes it all the more dramatic.

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  7. gorgeous bw image of the girls hair. Love it!

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  8. Hi Genie,
    Totally agree with your poem about holding a Grandchild's hand!!!

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  9. Love the photo, and don't you just love it when they slip their hand into yours!

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  10. Both the photo and the words are beautiful! We have five kids (and love them all dearly), but grandchildren are something different. I totally get it...

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  11. Delightful post! Love those braids!

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  12. So sweet...that shot reminds me of the Norman Rockwell painting of the girl looking in the mirror!

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  13. Pigtail innocence. I remember wearing undershirts like that once long ago.

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