This is our youngest grandchild headed off to her first day of Montessori school. The same school where her grandmother was a teacher and her father a student so long ago. My brain and heart are having a hard time taking it all in.
We moved some firewood, searched for antlers, marveled at how much things have changed. What a time to be alive.
Our oldest granddaughter is now taller than her grandmother.
On this date long ago in Ketchikan, Territory of Alaska a child was born. A little beacon of light on the darkest day of the year. She continues to amaze me that she has survived her journey into the dark world of stroke survivor which began in 2009. The doctors told me repeatedly her odds of making it were slim. Yet here she is, still brightening our family’s world with a smile, not a voice. Despite that madness the madness that seems to have us in its grip, there is still goodness in this world. Celebrate it, people.
A cold, dark, dreary day was brightened by our youngest grandchild. We discovered deer and elk tracks, threw sticks and stones in the pond, and splashed in puddles. Both learning new things. Priceless.