Counting Bits of Joy

Peaceful and grateful today.   My son turned 47 at 4:23 am today.  How is it he is older than me?  I sure don't feel old enough to have a child of that age.  Well, perhaps, my body feels it after working in the gardens for 2 hours. With the tragic world events happening more and more often, one needs to remember to pray for peace and be grateful for all they have.  Even, carving out this new life, there is so much good and choosing to be appreciative warms my heart.   Guess I'm feeling melancholy, yet peace, grace and kindness--on my mind. What word are you "feeling" today?

Change is inevitable, this I know to be true.  A little less than a year ago, I spoke of the change in my life.  And since then, there has been much.  Sadly, my husband died (Don't be afraid to use that word.) on July 7 of this year.  A tragic fall ended our struggle with dementia.  Life will never be the same; however, I am happy to have had over 32 years with a kind, loving man.  I owe it to his legacy to continue the kindness he shared with many and live life to the fullest.  He did and would want me to go out and live. On the advice of a good friend, I hope to get back into blogging.  I hope to share my life as a caregiver, grandmother, stitcher and finisher.   Finely Finished  is growing along with the grands, one of which is driving.   Facebook, Pinterest and Instagram, along with other social media, seem to have taken over blogging for many.  Let's slow down and share. Opening myself here, I welcome any comment...