Blood is thicker

Have I said lately how much I love my family? My girls are just the finest women in the world, and you can quote me on that.

I love to think about Amy and Sara when they were little. I remember the first photo we ever took of Sara. It was on a sunny spring day and we put her on a baby quilt outdoors. In the photo, her older sister Amy is bending tenderly toward her. Sara was just the best thing that ever happened to us as a family. Watching her grow up, with all her talents and all her charm, has been a total joy.

Today there are problems to be dealt with, but I know that we as a family can handle them. We are thinking positively and holding no malice against anyone. It's just one of those painful transitions that families go through now and then.

And, as I said to Amy, who is a mother herself now, this is parenthood. It never ends. My own dear mother is no doubt looking down anxiously from heaven to make sure her loved ones are being cared for properly. God just makes us this way.

My dogsitting job is almost over -- one more day and then I'll be home. I look forward to being among my own things again, simple as they are: dishes, potted plants, books, photos. They're what spells home to me. And Sara will make her own home, and it will be just as sweet to her.

We're all holding each other in the light and sending love to each other. We'll get through this.
All about us are opportunities for a fuller, happier, more prosperous life--and we are ready to claim the blessings that lie before us like clover in a field.