"Children's children are a crown ...."
Wisdom encircles and protects.
Generations nestle safely in their grandparent's arms and learn.
And love is hereditary, passed down like a family heirloom, an inheritance worth more than jewels.
The arms that held my husband open to receive his children.
They, like their daddy, thrive in the strength of the love, they sense the foundation of it.
They perceive what they could never vocalize.
This is unconditional love, and it paves the way for Christ to woo.
Someday she'll feel her Savior's arms encircle her like she once felt her grandpa's.
And it will feel like home.