Grandma's Love

Once upon a garden there lived the most amazing gnome you could have known. Like many elder gnomes, she was kind and gentle and was gnever too busy to show her young gnomelings just how much love she had for them. Her loved ones may have been the luckiest souls in the Gnomish community.
They were a close Gnomish family, and she was the glue, always reminding her loved ones what mattered most. Sometimes what mattered most was the small things like planting flowers every year around her entire gnest. Oh the colors! Oh them fragrant scents! The only thing that smelled better than her tiny garden was her cooking. There was gnever a meal that passed without home-cooked yummies made with love. After every meal, everygnome was filled with so much love that they were sure to stay warm and fuzzy all season long. Grandma seemed to have a magic touch with everything she did. Her hugs could fix any problems a loved one was having and her sewn blankets were made with so much love that every gnomeling slept with a smile on their face, warm, snug and safe. She even placed a bit of magic onto things as simple as a dish towel. I've kept them all, and each time I see one, I can gnot help but smile and feel loved. Gno doubt she continues to work her magic like that. I tell you, there is gnothing more magical than Grandma's love.