After my parents divorced, we moved to the corner of my grandparents' farm.
Not a day went by that we didn't zip down their leafy drive, sneak a Hershey's kiss from the blue-and-white crock on the counter, and hope for a compliment (or two).
Grandmother was a generous person, but never more so than with her encouragement.
My everyday prayer is to spend cheer so lavishly on my own children.
Creativity, confidence, time and praise: cost nothing, require no space, and are remembered forever.