"The sight of lovers feedeth those in love."
June 25th
"Who is my special boy? Who is my special boy?"
"Gran-mo!" Little Frederick waved his arms and grinned. "Gran-mo!"
Ophelia cuddled her grandson and patted his back. Frederick's small vocabulary had never yet stopped him from talking. Much like his father had, he chattered on happily, often answering any question with the name of the person asking it. The main exception was her husband, whom Frederick had decided was also 'Gran-mo'. "Almost, my precious." Just as she considered her stepson as her own, she loved Frederick as much as she would her daughters' children.

