I'm melting! My heart, that is. What?!? My heart is melting - quite often when I observe one of my grand children, one of my pets, and even some of the wild critters around our house. How can my heart not melt when a grand child calls me Nana? How can my heart not melt when one of my cats tilts his head inquiringly while observing me perform an ordinary task? How can my heart not melt when I watch a parent bird feed a gaping-mouthed baby bird? Thank goodness I'm melting. I can't imagine living my life with a cold, hard heart. It isn't just words. It's definitely a warm fuzzy feeling I get. Yeah, I guess it's the melting of my heart.
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