Discovery

Does life ever turn out the way we expected? I doubt it. A smooth ride would only serve to make us dull and unsympathetic beings.

I didn’t know that I had the ability to crawl out of darkness until I did. When illness knocked me off my feet, I had the reassurance of knowing I’d defeated worse.

The future is unknown, and I trust that I am equipped to handle whatever comes my way.

Ducks In a Row

I’m trying to be practical and methodical about the upcoming move, but emotions cloud the process. I fluctuate between excitement and trepidation. Moving, after all, does require letting go.

We’ve been going through the boxes in storage – things we’ve moved from house to house, and seldom looked at. Ric found his mother’s silver serving utensils and has been paralyzed for a day contemplating what to do about them. I suggest he should save them for his next wife, in case she likes polishing.

Thank goodness for timelines and lists. It forces us to stay on track. Must keep those ducks in a row.

Monday Mood: bursting

It started Thursday evening when we picked up our 10-year-old granddaughter for a dinner out. The conversation was lively and I learned so much about the world from her perspective.

Then Saturday, our oldest daughter announced she was playing her first ever hockey game, so we drove to the city to watch. I didn’t even know she could skate, and turns out neither did she. She faced her fear and did it anyway. So proud of her.

Yesterday, two of the kids dropped by to pick up some furniture, with the 4-year-old in tow, announcing she had come to play. We chatted over a snack, coloured princesses, read about princesses, had another snack, and shared lots of cuddles.

One of my goals in moving back to the city is to be closer to family. It’s already happening, and this Granny’s heart is bursting.