great healer

My sister is here, in town with her baby.

What is it about babies that brings out our smiles?

Also, it is a weird phenomenon, being around family. I sing aloud again, do puzzles, dance in the living room. Everything is as it should be.

Like the good ol’ days.

She took pictures of me and the boys, I ordered my Christmas cards. I started holiday shopping. I even finished revising my manuscript, which I’ve been meaning to do, and finished writing a short story.

We made cinnamon roll popcorn, she made caramels, we’re going to make bath bombs. 

It’s been a good week. 

Family, biological or not, is a great healer.