The cabin where I live belonged to my Great Grandmother. When I was little, I called my Great Grandma "Big Grandma", apparently confusing the two words "great" and "big". She hated the name, but I didn't and not only called her that my whole life, but taught my two younger brothers to do the same. I also made her this little sign, which she proudly displayed in her home, and which I display today. You can see how the sun faded the center portion that was not covered by the frame. I am grateful that she accepted such a crudely rendered gift, and also that the sentiment was true.
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so sweet.
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