I booked a flight to visit my daughter in Amsterdam and Maastricht.
It was a fairly quick decision and a good one. I’ll never forget the joy of that trip and the people and experiences associated with it.
I filled journal pages on the way home with images. Reminders of those days.
My first grandchild came thirteen days early, but she was considerate enough to wait until I returned back home to the states.
I hold her. That little baby…
Over and over, I write words of thanksgiving in my journal. Thanksgiving that I have these days to fly or stay home.
To see my daughter in her element, happy and confident. Beautiful.
To see my son hold his newborn daughter. And hand her to me to hold.
To realize we do not have to explain anything to anyone. The emotions of living are so complex, so competing at times. I do well to accept them as they come without expectation. It really is what it is.
We get this one life, friends. Embrace it. Live it. Reach out to people and listen to their stories.
Smile at them.
Understand you don’t have to answer to anyone here. You really don’t. You are free. Live that freedom.