It’s gray outside. Small pellets of sleet are falling on the frozen mud in the yard. A very cold wind is blowing.
The news is dominated by war, murder, anger, ugliness and fear.
It is a Beautiful Day!
My right hand is typing this, while my left cradles the warm, sweet blanket wrapped bundle of my sleeping Granddaughter.
In the past few days I have received news of a new baby girl and two brand new beautiful baby boys born to people I love. I have heard news of another little one on the way.
And I am reminded that winter always ends. Political races always conclude. Wars wind down and borders shift. Old fights are ended and reconciliation is always a possibility.
Life continues. Every birth is hope renewed. Welcome, beautiful children! We love you and need you so much!