MERRY CHRISTMAS
Tis the morning of Christmas and this house is quiet and still. My son is sleeping . Later my granddaughter will join us. My two other sons and families reside far away in the West.. A blanket of snow covers each of their homes. Later, we can visit via Skype. We are blessed.
Memories of my Mom and Dad walk through my mind. It seems like yesterday, my sons were little boys. Now, they are grown men. When they were born, I had no idea of the path they would walk. I just dreamed it would be a good one.