Her grandfather cheered with tears running down his face and two fists in the air--one for him and one for his bride.
There was a time when an early morning call to the neonatal unit marked joyous gains or despairing losses. Eventually we came out ahead, learning to savor progress and growth in small bites and never to compare her to others of similar chronology, as she set her own agenda. Still does.
The question frequently posed to her lawyer parents? "What will she do?" The answer's that we are waiting to hear. She'll let us know in due time. Whatever it will be will be fine--and on her terms. Reminds me of her grandmother.
Ten years ago Bill and I made a trip north of Howell to Arrowhead Alpines, a homegrown nursery with a national mail (back then) and internet (now) following. Family trips to the Rockies had sparked an interest in Zone Four cold tolerant alpine plants--Saxifragia, lupine and mountain geraniums. The grizzly owner reached down and ripped out a plant growing in the sidewalk, which I had admired. "It's a weed, take it." I did and the lamium still grows. One man's weed is another woman's border.
Eight years later we still had a few blooms and contemplated yanking the twisted trunk out to make way for something more aggressive. The decision was made and an extension granted. The blooms were lovely, but sparse.
These patient investments of time pay off in dividends.
Just waiting to see what's next.
It's the journey, right?