Well, I'm sitting in my sister's kitchen, and everyone's gone to bed. I know I should do the same, but I can't quite seem to let go of this day. With all its highs, lows, hugs, handshakes, heartaches and memories, it was about as sweet, sad and emotion-filled a Saturday as I've spent in recent years. I still haven't come down from it all. And that's as it should be.
After every last good-bye was said, we were about to head home to Northern California when my son decided to drive nearly two hours across town with his family to meet us for dinner. Oh, how I love my grandchildren! And their parents ain't bad, either. (Thanks for braving the traffic, guys.)
My oldest grandson brought me a gift...a shell he had found on the beach. It was small but perfectly formed, and when I put it up to my ear, I heard a sea of love, love, love.
Thanks, J. Sweet dreams.