Chicken Soup for the Soul To Grandma, with Love

by Jack Canfield, Mark Victor Hansen

Overview

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways." For those of us who aren't poets, it isn't always easy. To Grandmom, with Love gives everyone who has ever been at a loss for words the perfect expression of the love in their hearts and souls. This nostalgic gift book, with bright and cheerful interior designs combined with short stories, quotes, affirmations and tender thoughts beautifully express our appreciation and devotion for the myriad daily miracles grandmas bring to our lives.

The charm of the perfect Mother's Day gift-card with the inspiration and warmth only Chicken Soup can provide.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781453278901
Publisher:	Chicken Soup for the Soul
Publication date:	10/09/2012
Series:	Chicken Soup for the Soul Series
Sold by:	SIMON & SCHUSTER
Format:	eBook
Pages:	144
File size:	2 MB

About the Author

Jack Canfield is cocreator of the Chicken Soup for the Soul® series, which includes forty New York Times bestsellers, and coauthor of The Success Principles: How to Get from Where You Are to Where You Want to Be. He is a leader in the field of personal transformation and peak performance and is currently CEO of the Canfield Training Group and Founder and Chairman of the Board of The Foundation for Self-Esteem. An internationally renowned corporate trainer and keynote speaker, he lives in Santa Barbara, California.
Jack Canfield is co-creator of the Chicken Soup for the Soul® series, which includes forty New York Times bestsellers, and coauthor of The Success Principles: How to Get from Where You Are to Where You Want to Be. He is a leader in the field of personal transformation and peak performance and is currently CEO of the Canfield Training Group and Founder and Chairman of the Board of The Foundation for Self-Esteem. An internationally renowned corporate trainer and keynote speaker, he lives in Santa Barbara, California.
 Mark Victor Hansen is a co-founder of Chicken Soup for the Soul.

Hometown:

Santa Barbara, California

Date of Birth:

August 19, 1944

Place of Birth:

Fort Worth, Texas

Education:

B.A. in History, Harvard University, 1966; M.A.T. Program, University of Chicago, 1968; M.Ed., U. of Massachusetts, 1973

Website:

http://www.jackcanfield.com

Read an Excerpt

Courtney's Love Lesson

The July day was bursting with sunshine
and warmth. The kind of day that whispers, "Let's go
to the beach."

Fridays were dear to my heart because Friday was my day to
baby-sit our beloved grandchildren,Mikey, three years old, and
Courtney, two. Taking them to the beach could only make the
day more heavenly.Well . . .

What seemed like a wonderful idea at 10:00 A.M. didn’t seem
quite so wonderful at 11:00 A.M. as I began unloading the car
with all the beach necessities: a blanket, cooler, sand toys, beach
towels and two rambunctious toddlers.What in the world had
I been thinking? How could I manage all this by myself from
the parking lot, which was a city block away from Lake
Michigan’s edge?

"Dear God, help me," I prayed as I stood there a wee bit
overwhelmed, waiting for the morning's estrogen to kick in
and calm me down. Just then a group of young, strong men
walked by.

"Excuse me," I said. “Would you like to carry some of these
things for us? The children are so excited, and I just can't do
it all."

The taller of the three, blond and tanned like a California
surfer, smiled and answered, "I'd be happy to help. I remember,
as a kid, my Gram taking me to the beach."

A short time later, we wished our godsends a happy day as
we staked out our homestead a foot from the water's edge and
began building a secret tunnel that would take us to Disney
World.Mikey was eager to play in the water, splash and “swim,”
but not Courtney, for the vastness of Lake Michigan andthe
rolling waves seemed to frighten her.Mikey and I played in the
water as Courtney sat in the sand contentedly digging, filling
and emptying her pail. No amount of coaxing could persuade
her to come into the water.

Suddenly, a strong wind came up, and Gramma's straw
beach hat took wings and sailed out across the waves.
"Gram, your hat!" Mikey screamed excitedly.

"I guess it wanted to go swimming, too." We laughed,
watching as the waves carried it further out. Then out of the
corner of my eye, I saw Courtney step into the water, her little
feet taking small, determined steps.

"Court, you're in the water?" Mikey shouted gleefully.

"Me get Gramma's hat," she answered as one little foot was
placed in front of the other.

I stood there in the presence of the Lord, who had created
this beautiful day, and these grandchildren who lived within
my soul, and tears fell from my eyes. Here was a child, so filled
with pure love, that her fears were overlooked as she stepped
into the water to rescue Gramma’s hat.

Scooping Courtney into my arms I whispered, "I love you so
much," as we waved good-bye to the beach hat. A five-dollar
special at Kmart had taught me a million-dollar lesson.

-Alice Collins

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