The other highlight of our trip was spending time with our 91-year-old Myrrh. The girls told her all about their favorite things, and even performed a puppet show for her. At the wedding reception, Tess kept leaving our table to go sit next to Myrrh. But my favorite memory from the trip is when Grace read to Myrrh. Not only was my kid reading — all by herself — but she was reading to her great-grandmother. And they were laughing together. That's pretty cool.
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