| September 16, 2025 Write about the most beautiful thing you've seen this week. Don't have much time today, but this was too easy to pass up. Visiting my grandson this morning I stopped in front of the big hall mirror. There in my arms, tiny cheek pressed up against mine, was my great granddaughter, Terese, pointing at the reflection and radiating a smile that would put sunshine and rainbows to shame. I call her 'my joy' because nobody can look at that face and not smile. |