When I wasn't dealing with serious situations at work today, I remembered leaving daughter, Bev, (Blessed Beyond Measure) a comment last night regarding her wanting to write about her childhood. I said something like, "Bev, the only way to do it is to do it".

All of you know what a whirlwind she's dealt with, for months before Addie was born, and then the surgery, and as I write this she's on her way to be with daughter, "Somewhere In Between" Leslie, who will soon present her with another grandchild.

I don't know, maybe all this recent baby making reminds Bev she was once a very little girl, or maybe she would just like to remember places and times precious to her. Sometimes, because Moms are so busy with everyday stuff, we may miss some of that.

But I do think, no matter how tired I might feel after work tonight, if I can so easily tell Bev, "just do it", the least I can do is complete this exercise in writing myself.