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Hope in the Heartland

Gracepoint Church, Peabody

“I had a feeling you’d becoming soon,” he said with a wide smile.

He extended his arms up toward the ceiling, repeatedly spreading his fingers and then balling them into fists.

“I haven’t been able to do that for ages.”

His face flushed with a rosy hue at the thrill of discovery.

“You’ve been released. Grandpa. We can go home now.”

He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed and stretched them out, snickering as he wiggled his toes.

“Ain’t this something? Ain’t this just something?”

Callie giggled and threw her arms around him.

“I wouldn’t have missed this for anything.”

He cupped her face in his soft, warm hands and shook his head.

“My, my … how long has it been since I saw something this beautiful?”

Callie didn’t know that she could still blush.

“Grandpa …”

“Wait a minute. I remember now; it was right after you were born. They hoisted you up to the window and there you were, beamin’ with life and innocence.”

“If you think I’m beautiful, just wait till we get home,” Callie said, flashing a playful wink. She placed her hands over his and said, “Thanks for the compliment. Grandpa. You’ve always made me feel grateful to be your granddaughter.”

“And I’m glad I was chosen to be your Grandpa, Callie.”

He pulled her closer and kissed her forehead.

This is the third installment in a four-part series.

Last modified Sept. 29, 2011