Glimmers of Hope, Words of Comfort
I tend to lean toward retreating behind my cactus fence and concentrating on nothing but living as nicely as I can from day to day.
I tend to wonder if any of this is worth the slimy and stinking fight they will present.
Then, I get an email from a friend who makes me promise to write before I give up.
Then, the phone rings. There has been a baby born. Her name? Jooni (beauty in Apache) Harper (after me). She is 14 inches long and weighs seven and a half pounds. I'm going to go meet her this afternoon. I'm bringing presents for her mothers and for her. I promise to dote on her and spoil her shamelessly.