Yesterday around noon, all five grandchildren were tumbling around the living room, or being held, as was the the case for baby James (Eliza was nursing him) and Silvia Rose, who had collapsed in sleep onto JJ's chest while she rocked her. The skating parents had just returned from a hockey game, another was just leaving for a freezing game of golf ( 20 degrees, north gales, but no snow). The dogs were close to the fire. The radio was on, and someone was heating up leftovers in the kitchen. Another asked who wanted a turkey sandwich? JJ looked over Silvia Rose's dark curls and said, "Do you know how lucky we are? To all be here like this?" And I said I did. And I wanted to say more than that, something profound. Instead I said it again, to make sure she heard me, "I do, I really do, J."
Today the Lighting of the Library holiday open house is at 3, I have to find my raffle tickets so I can buy them, since I failed to sell any, and bake some cookies, and hold on tight.