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I remember when I was just a little girl, maybe six or seven, there was this lovely old general store in our town. Mr. Thompson, the shopkeeper, would always give us children a piece of candy when we'd come in. He was such a kind soul, bless his heart.

You know what's funny? At 30, I used to worry about every little wrinkle, every grey hair. Now I look in the mirror and think, "Hey, these are my story lines." We spend so much time fighting age when we should be celebrating our journey. Young ladies, trust me, it gets better.

You see, back in those days, we had this neighbor, very, very kind woman she was. And she would come by sometimes when things were hard, bringing food and such. But people didn't understand her ways, and she kept mostly to herself, working in her garden all alone.

Yesterday, my granddaughter Naomi called, crying about needing $3000 for college books. Same sweet voice, same practiced tears. But this time, I saw right through it. "Ask your mama, baby. Grandma's ATM is permanently closed." My hands didn't even shake when I hung up.

Watching Janelle's quiet evolution from devoted wife to independent woman wasn't dramatic or showy. Like Logan, she chose dignity over drama, letting her actions speak louder than words. She didn't need to justify her worth; her silence became her strength, her independence her victory.

Remember that vulnerability isn't weakness; it's our greatest measure of courage. When you're brave enough to show up with your whole heart, even when there are no guarantees, that's when you're truly living. Your courage is in the trying.

I remember back in 1832, when I was just a little girl, there was this wonderful old general store in our town. Mr. Thompson, the shopkeeper, was such a kind soul. He would always give us children a piece of candy when our mothers came to buy supplies.

I remember when I was just a young girl, maybe seven or eight, there was this lovely old general store in our town. Mr. Thompson, the shopkeeper, was such a kind soul. He would always give us children a piece of candy when our mothers came to shop.