Yesterday I sat down to mail out sympathy cards. One to a former customer, her husband died last week. The other to my cousin in Nevada whose wife died from complications of MS.
Last evening I got phone calls from both of my brothers. First my baby brother with news of his second grandchild’s birth. Presley a little girl born in Maryland weighing 6 pounds and 13 ounces and is 20 inches long. A few minutes later my other baby brother called..he had news of Teddy’s birth, his ninth grandchild weighing in at 10 pounds and 3 ounces. (Uffda..poor Megan) His tenth grand is due soon..and my niece was having labor pains..so all these babies could be born within days of each other. I am very happy for my brothers..I recall the excitement of seeing my own precious grands right after they were born..there is nothing better!
Births and deaths..life goes on and stops for no man or woman.
Sometimes life is like a sweet storybook.
Years ago when I was in Grade School, we used to exchange gifts at Christmas. The limit must have been 75 cents to a dollar. I believe these Sweet Storybooks were 79 cents when they first came out..a perfect priced gift. I never got one..but I always coveted them. During our 4H gift exchange..it was the same story..I never ever got one. Just so you know I faked happiness towards my friends that got them.
Now I have my own..after many years..and no I am not going to open the candy..I am going to save it forever. Sometimes it is enough just to look at the sweet little things in life:)