This is as good a day as any to start a blog. Or I will never ever do it because it is sooo intimidating. But there goes.
April first. We woke up to snow. But it didn't matter because there was a small seven year-old girl to take to school, a much loved husband to hug , a sixteen year old son who was late and had no time for porridge, a sleeping eighteen-year-old daughter, whose class at the university today starts late, no animals of any sort, just in our hearts lots of pets we have loved in the past, and a few potted plants that I struggle to keep happy and green. There is one more daughter doing some soul searching in another continent, and then a stepdaughter in yet a third continent spreading her very beautiful wings.
That's us. Full of blessings. And some heartaches.