The sea and me

 Sometimes I go to the beach. O.K. that's a lie. I go to the beach every chance I get. The waves calm my soul and I'm reminded that new beginnings start every day like the beach being changed with each wave that comes to shore bringing new treasures .  Sometimes the treasure is a new shell and other times it's the sight of a friendly dolphin passing through.  I love to listen to the waves and smell the air that has a hint of salt in it. I can talk to the sea and pray to God. I have a lot of requests and still need some questions answered. I  think my requests are heard but those questions still haven't been answered so I'll go back soon.

Keeping Promises

 

On his death bed my husband wanted me to take care of his boys. His grandchildren.  Our grandchildren. So every chance I get I try to make memories and bring them together so they know the love of family. It's a lot of work and I get really tired but there's nothing like hearing them laugh together.  When they hug each other, it melts my heart and when they give this granny a kiss I'm over the moon. Sometimes they cry when I leave and I leave quick because I don't look cute when I cry.