Happy Birthday, Makiya!

Later, I’m sitting in a chair holding my newborn granddaughter, who has been given the name Makiya Rose, while the nurses fuss around tending to her mom. My heart is so full it aches as I hold the perfect baby girl in my arms, stroke her soft little hands, drink in the features of her

Tuesday, January 1, 2019 – Almost Sixty

“I have one sister left,” Aunt Katie said in her first letter to me. “We are the only two who have made it beyond our sixtieth birthday. My mother, father, and brother all passed away before they reached sixty. My mother was forty-seven. All had heart problems.” She doesn’t mention her other sister—my birth mom—who died

Winding Down

“Do we have anything planned for tomorrow?” Gerry asks from the living room where he’s watching junior hockey with the sound off. ”I’m going to do a whole lot of not very much,” I say as I stir a pot of turkey stew.. ”I’m going to sleep in,” says Makiya, looking up from the jigsaw puzzle

Abundance

Makiya is excited to sit in the hot tub after their journey so, not long after they arrive, we three girls have a soak and a chat. She started writing the annual Christmas play in the car on the way down, later she conducts interviews and, with great ceremony, chooses a director (Laurinda). I assume

Joy

I wake with anticipation: our girls arrive today! The quiet contemplation of Advent is about to give way to the joy of Christmas as seen through the eyes of a child. In these quiet, solitary, early moments of the day, I rest in gratitude. This dark December season has been a sweet one, and I