A treat from heaven/asleep in her Grampy's arms/the sky bows down to her

Everyone sees her face as clear as a mirror - Someone’s perky nose - great granny’s? a curved shoulder - her grampy’s? the solid legs of the Baders, the soft brown hair of her mother. Now it’s her Dad’s slightly protruding ears - the smile, all Leal’s! We see ourselves innocent and fresh as babies breath, But she will bloom into herself, fly away like pixie dust conquer tomorrows we may never see, ride her own trajectory. No matter fleeting earthly life - where she goes the s

Despite the horrific and sad happenings this year I, in deepest gratitude, have reason to celebrate. Life marches on with beauty in spite of our foibles.

It's not the same as hugs and messy kisses and the smell of delicious cookies baking in the oven, but it will have to do. Merry whatever you celebrate. May 2022 be chock-filled with good health and blossoms of gratitude.#gratitude 2022 #Christmasonzoom