I've been a train wreck all day. I don't want to be a "downer," so you might just want to look at the photo of Sandra and me with three of our four beautiful grandbabies, and skip what comes after.
The news about little Maria Chapman hit me so hard this morning. If you're a long time reader here, you may remember I drove to St Louis week before last, after the death of the 5-yr-old granddaughter of our dearest friends. Then, just yesterday I was introduced to Stephen Curtis Chapman's song, Cinderella, and knowing about his family and all the love there made it hard to listen without losing it. And, of course, Mom's sick (though having some good days this week). Then the news this morning. (It was also in our paper, so it was probably helpful to hear it first from someone who cared.)
Well, I mentioned yesterday that my older son's family is active in a "Chinese adoptee's" playgroup with the Chapmans. Also, Maria was in the four-year-old class at the same church playschool where Spencer was in the three-year-old class this year. Stephen came to the year-end "commencement" for Maria's graduation to kindergarten, last week, and sang at the little program they had for the "graduating" four-year-olds. (All from my daughter-in-law, who has also been a bit of a wreck all day.)
Anyway, Lord willing, I will be with all four of the grandchildren by 8 or so tomorrow night. Little Aidyn, my only little girl, will wonder why Poppa is squeezing her so hard.