There are times when we realize that things just don’t make sense. But once we think about it, they make perfectly perfect sense. We just don’t understand what it means. Maybe we’re not meant to. Three years ago, I took my niece to NYC for her 13th birthday. We spent several hours in the rain walking around the newly finished 9/11 Memorial. I wrote about finding Todd Beamer’s name and thinking back to his wife’s book and then… As strange as it sounds, I think of Lauren Catuzzi Grandcolas and her Unborn Child often. I mean, not every day, but sometimes I’ll hear a word and think of her. Coozie, Grandiflora (plant word),…
I took this picture the other day, meaning to simply take a picture of the beautiful sky that was the backdrop of even more gorgeous fall color on the nursery. I got it home and looked at it on my computer. This is what I had. Surely it means something. Or it’s just a picture that got wonky? I know it’s calming and gorgeous and strangely comforting. What do you think?