Last night was the first time all three grand-babies have been over for dinner. Two slept most of the time, and the third ran around with Pearl until they both had little meltdowns, but it’s the thought that counts, and right now I’m thinking about my family, and I can’t get Anne Sexton’s poem Welcome Morning out of my head “…I mean, though often forget, to give thanks, to faint down by the kitchen table in a prayer of rejoicing…”
