So many cuddles, so little time.
We attended a birthday party last weekend for our little grand-niece. She’s just about the cutest one-year old ever. I can say that because my grand-daughters are eight and two.
We seem to have entered the stage of life when most family reunions take place at funerals, so the chance to see some family and talk and laugh and eat was a time to be savored.
Red hair runs in both her daddy and mommy’s families. We’re hoping her hair at least keeps its strawberry hues.
Our country seems to have lost its moral underpinnings. Politics is a brutal business. Cheating, drugs, gang wars, all make life seem bleak.
Babies and birthdays are a precious reminder of our potential and that God hasn’t given up on us.
Writer of Sweet Small Town Stories of Love and Family 