A LONG TIME COMING
My journey to this day started in 1964 a wonderful ending to a time best left where it belongs, in the past.
....these are the threads of my life. Some are wound around a spindle, some wrapped on a knitting needle and still others can be found winding their way through a bead or two.
Meara finally sent me a picture of the newest member of the family where she is not crying or being held by a stranger or someone whose photo I don't care to have. She even appears to be smiling!
Labels: granddaughter