Hello friend! I know!  It’s been awhile, right? (I just looked — it’s been six months since my last post.) Let me catch you up  … Over the past year, I’ve spent a lot of my free weekends traveling two and a half hours away to see my grandson, Luke. And on the weekends I wasn’t traveling to visit him, I was working on a writing project which celebrated his first year of life. I’ve been enjoying a different kind of rhythm to my days these last six months, in particular. My heart has been happy, and I’ve been loving my new role as Mimi. But then … CORONAVIRUS hit…

Yesterday was the kind of day I want to remember forever! I don’t know which touched me more — getting to spend the day holding my new little grandson after his 52-day stay in NICU or beholding my daughter in her new role as a mother.  Both have done a number on my heart! As I spent the day with Luke and held him in my arms,  I strangely discovered he filled a part of my heart that I didn’t even know was empty.  How can someone so little do something so big? And, as I watched my daughter in her new role as mother, there was even more joy…