Life has been remarkably full, and I'm grateful. Some of the parts have been beautiful, easy, smooth-flowing rivers. And some, not so much.
One of the gifts I have been amazingly blessed with is what I call my littles — my grandchildren. Holding the youngest, 11 weeks, nestled right up against me, is a study in how the tiny expands. How life nestles in, all the parts small, adorable and perfect… until there is growth. And sometime that growth is not so easy, and yet it is amazing, a marvel regardless of the age.
There is something so precious, so genuinely soul-connecting, about being with the innocence of a child.....