I'll be off....

Six years ago, on Mother's Day, I was pregnant with Jonathan. Patiently waiting for the trip to the hospital to induce labor. (I have children that do not want to come out!). I remember receiving a call that my grandma had died. A month ago, I found out that my grandfather, at 93, would be going through chemo for lung cancer. Fear and anxiety rose up to the surface. Here I was pregnant again and someone was ill. I also knew that this would have happened one way or the other. When God wants you to go, you will go. I have not received that call and have tried to talk with my grandpa every week-he is in Florida. Funny, how now I feel things will be okay no matter what happens. I have heard before that with death comes new life. So I go to bring forth new life!

I will see you all on the flip side!