To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. ~Clara Ortega
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Tanner just sent me this picture in the mail. He was the first to know. Whoever reads this blog next will be the third to know. The race is on. My fourth grand-baby. Will it be a girl or a boy?