This is my mom as a wee baby in the arms of her mom who was yet a teen ager, married younger than the original license claimed and quite happy with it all. If I’m doing my math correctly (and there is a reasonable chance I am not), I am currently the age my grandmother was when I was born. Give or take a year or two, and I’m sure of it. Not that it matters, exactly.
It sure puts things into perspective. Everything I know firsthand of my grandma — all that hard work and bold witness for Jesus and the obsession with the gardening — she did that stuff with what I have left in my life.
So, even though I barely blogged in 2012, it’s not too late to do it if I’ve a mind to in 2013.
I’ll start with baby steps and see how it goes.