Family

I love my husband. I love him more than he will ever know. He is my heartbeat. My best moment in time. He loves me despite my failings and limitations. I can be stubborn, and opinionated. He understands me. He "gets me".

I have three amazing children. They are each so incredible in their own way. My oldest daughter calls me almost every day, and we FaceTime with my beautiful, beloved grandson. Every conversation with them is a precious moment in my life. They live on the East coast. It seems so far away. But our daily conversations allow me to watch my precious grandson grow up.

My son and his wife are so happy on the West Coast. Knowing that they are happy makes me smile every day.

My baby. My wild child. Child of my soul, has finally found herself in the mountains of Colorado. Thinking of her with her snowboard cutting a line down the mountain, makes my heart soar.

Sadly, I lost my Mother last February. I often find myself wanting to pick up the phone to tell her something, and I get caught up in a moment of sadness and loss.

My Father died years ago. But. That is another story.

Now my family of origin is gone. There is no one left. No siblings. No one with whom to share old memories.

One thing I will never forget, were my conversations with my Mother in the years before she died. She would talk about my childhood. She told me I was absolutely fearless as a child.  When I told her I was going to swim the Mackinac Straits, she said: "I believe you will!".  So when I feel weak and alone, I remember her words.