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She crawled into her Grandpa’s lap…it brought a smile to his face…

for he loved anytime they had the chance to share in the same space.  

“Why do people grow old?” She asked.  

“Will I ever be as old as you?”

Then she gently rubbed his face and asked,

 “Will I have wrinkles too?”

Grandpa smiled. “Growing old is a gift.” He said. 

“I wouldn’t be too concerned,

for every day you grow a little older is another chance 

to live

to love

to learn.”

“The world is filled with miracles.” He continued. “from the biggest to the small.

and with so many miracles out there…it takes time to see them all.”

“Take that tree out back…the one you’re climbing all the time…

It took years of growing up to make it strong enough to climb."

“And that bark you love to feel…means it’s growing old gracefully…

for bark is nothing more than the wrinkles of the tree.”

“Don’t be afraid of wrinkles as you grow up…be glad you’ve acquired some…

for your wrinkles only go to show how wise you have become.”

“If you only learn one thing from me.” He said

“Let it be to grow old with fondness and affection..

and never think of it as growing old…

think of it…as aging to perfection.”