It is evening now. Somewhere in the middle east, my son stands guard with his battle buddies. Rest well, we are in good hands. Brawny Man enjoys a Friday night of well deserved leisure, watching a game on the TV at our backyard Cantina. I remain inside, quietly pondering the events of the day. I hear my grandson joyfully playing in the next room, amazed at how extraordinarily well he has taken all the recent changes in his life. Beloved daughter-in-law rests in her room, growing my granddaughter. I hear her hearty laughs at some silly show she is watching, and my heart soars. Spoke with my Bad Alice on the phone, ending with the usual
“I love you, Mummy,” and "I love you, baby.”
Life is good.
I have everything I need.