We are well past halfway through our furlough, and embarking on our 2nd week in Michigan. Every now and then we think about our home in the far east, and we dream of the days when each day leads seamlessly into the next. For now, however, we are trying to absorb every rich minute with the ones that we love, and the places that have shaped who we are.
My mom is a grandmother out of a story book. Wherever her grandkids are, whatever they are doing, she is right there with them, swimming in the lake, rolling in the grass, or making watercolor coffee filter hats.