Sometimes, there are moments so unexpected, so poignant that time stands still. Who knew a pink bunny would trigger one of those moments.
She's hopping, I mean hoping, for lots of treats.
This child, my granddaughter, is hope personified, tentative and still in a world otherwise filled with motion. And every Halloween Grace will try on another dream under the guise of tradition as she learns to recognize the possibilities that burn bright within – Cinderella perhaps, maybe Minnie Mouse, Dora the Explorer, a doctor or lawyer, singer or dancer.
For one night, “When I grow up” won’t be a blinking star in the vast, inky darkness of uncertainty. For one night, Grace, her brother Grant, and every child will be that star.
For one night, “When I grow up” won’t be a blinking star in the vast, inky darkness of uncertainty. For one night, Grace, her brother Grant, and every child will be that star.
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