Meet grandbaby number three. He’s the third bear over. Caleb’s the name, but Nana calls him Liki. And no, he is not really sitting on a shelf. Our family is not that crazy and irresponsible. Only a little.
Now I have three amazing grandsons to snuggle with, feed carrots to, and dig for worms with. (Well, that’s actually Papa’s job. I’ll stick to feeding them.) Carter is the best worm-finder and hug-giver in all of Orange County. Noah’s the best morning snuggler. And Caleb…I can’t wait to discover all of beautiful him.
Suddenly life doesn’t seem to suck all that much anymore. (For those of you new to the blog, feel free to check out my last two posts to bring you up to speed on my not-so-great attitude.)
It’s amazing what a shift in perspective will do. And getting your mind off yourself.
I have nothing deep to write today. No confessions, no life lessons. Just an introduction to the new little joy that has taken up residency in my heart, and a reintroduction to the two that already live there.
I am a blessed woman.
That’s deep enough.