“I love you, Grandpa and Grandma,” my twenty-year-old grandson said before he ended our phone conversation. He is about to turn the ripe old age of twenty-one and will be married in less than a month. With all that, he thought to say, “I love you.” I’m sure he didn’t deliberate over it. I’m sure […]
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It might have been at our little town’s parade, or maybe at the State fair, but I have a faded memory from childhood of a cart with balloons floating above it. They were bunched together like a bouquet of bright pink, orange, yellow, green, blue, and red flowers. “Hold it tight,” my parents warned. Mom […]
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I’m a mom. I know the tug of the umbilical cord from birth until giving each baby away to love and cherish another. I’m a grandma, and I recognize the family units that must even take precedence above my own, and I widen my heart to add another to the family. I’m a great-grandma, and […]
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