Our son, grandson and our youngest granddaughter worked on firewood with me today. It was her first session. She’s a natural.
On this date long ago in the Territory of Alaska, a child was born. On the darkest day of the year she was a light that still shines for our family. Another year. She still amazes me.
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.