You know the stuff you can’t post on your blog about people’s marriages falling apart or friends getting scary diagnoses or loved ones who are desperately lonely?
I have a pretty hard time the weeks when I have a lot to write but can’t, because the stories that flood my heart are not mine to tell.
So I’ll offer you this: my wonderful grandma turns 97 this week. My dear grandmother-in-law turns 91.
There’s a lot of unpleasant stuff going on in our lives, but it seems to me when my kids can hug their greatgrandmas and draw them happy birthday cards, life seems a hell of a lot more bearable.
Hope something genuinely lovely tempers the not-so-nice in your lives this week. If not, make yourself some hot cocoa. You really can’t go wrong with cocoa.
And if you happen to be turning 97 this week, whether you’re the one whom I love so intensely or you’re one I don’t know, have a happy, happy birthday!
Oh, it’s your 91st? Why, you have a super special week, too, okay?