TIME SLIPS BY

I like to think myself a memorist - always trying to capture moments and store them away for safekeeping. To look at Winnie's photos a year ago, I'm astonished at how much I've already forgotten. She was so very little back then.

In like manner, so much of what I've enjoyed about my grandaughter this summer will also be forgotten a year from now. This summer has been a most beautiful dream.

Winnie is on the verge of speaking now. She says certain words - but you can tell that she's trying to string sentences together. I will miss this age but welcome the next chapter of her life as I press my hand to my heart and hold tears of gratitude.

I have a story about Winnie and Mitch I'm almost done writing and will share soon. There's something special happening and it warms my heart.

This has been a summer of healing and my heart is overflowing.