Wouldn’t it be magical if Mike and I could go home? We are trying to get there. I’m thankful for so many things, and freshly grieving for so many others. I made pumpkin pie for my grandkids today–couldn’t make the second pumpkin nor the pecan due to crazy poor planning and no pie tins–and I tried to say goodbye to our tiny new grandchild, a boy, never given a breath on this planet. I celebrated an anniversary yesterday–a Lake Arrowhead marriage that has sustained me and given me new life. And I recently spent time with my husband’s sisters and two of my nieces–gifts to my heart and soul. There isn’t anything I’ve lived through that wasn’t blessed, though I was for many years blinded to the blessings. Now I know. And I give thanks,
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