My maternal grandmother had a stroke in October. She wasn’t supposed to survive more than 24 hours it was so severe. She couldn’t speak, move her arms, feed herself, recognize faces. She couldn’t do much of anything.

Now…just over two months later…she can play a hand of Bridge and win, hold a telephone conversation, recognize people at her church (yes, she’s up to going to church!), identify people in old photo albums. Best of all, she can write!

I got a handwritten, love-filled Christmas card from my Grandma this year. Money can’t buy that kind of perfection, that kind of miracle, or that kind of love. The best gifts of all are the ones money can’t buy.