I don’t want to be one of those people who talk incessantly about their grandchild, but there is something about new life, new being, that doesn’t seem to belong to me, or any one person, so now I understand that impulse to share.
When someone I love passes, a portal opens for me to see a little more. This is different, and yet it is also an opening to something more. There is peace and discovery and trust.
The Little Guy is home now, and all is well.

How wonderful Cathy! You have a lot to celebrate!
Joan xo
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Joan, Yes. It’s a wee bit overwhelming but I’m handling it, somewhat.
xoxo, cathy
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