Mockingbirds will sing all night long all summer if they’re still looking for a mate.
My daughters were both born on snowy days in April—one of them on the 15th.
Love love love this. Love the touching fingers with the random grandma who’s remembering the days. Suddenly trying not to cry, wondering why, and then realizing I never got to do that with my granddaughter in her babyhood. Stupid pandemic. But by being willing to wait through what we had to wait through, we’re all still alive to see the next stages and that is no small thing. And we can still touch fingers if we want to, right after the second shots’ time is up.
It’s not about us, it’s about you! Thank you for inviting us along for as long as it worked out for you. Now go have a great time with the rest of your life, and all the best to you and yours.
A friend of mine’s grandfather was 75 and his grandmother was 45 when they had his mom. The friend is in his late 70s now. His grandfather knew Abraham Lincoln.
Cool! And wow. We spent weeks putting hours into searching and finally got one for my husband that was 75 miles away across rush hour traffic, but we did it.
I hope you grabbed it!
Thank you for sharing so much of yourself in your strip over these years. I will miss it. All the best to you and yours.