A life as priceless as the air in the room it blesses.
The laugh of a blessed woman,
a woman who loves life,
lives for joy through Christ.
This is a laugh that heals the broken-hearted,
warms the frigid soul when life has become increasingly hard to bare.
A laugh that resonates.
This laugh is genuine and all hers,
though shared with many.
This laugh is Grandma's.
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