I spend a large part of each day writing. Some of that time is spent connecting with others around the world who share an interest in Alzheimer's Disease. Also, I'm pouring time into a new children's series, Lexi's Triplets. Lexi is my granddog who helps her mom and dad take care of my two-year-old triplet grandchildren. I travel nearly every week from Cleveland to Columbus to assist Lexi and gather ideas to write her stories. 
http://lexitriplets.blogspot.com

My life is full, never a minute of boredom. I squeeze time in for reading when my mind is too tired to create new material. 

Beyond writing, I crave time to work outside, play in the dirt, creating beauty in my own yard.

This weekend my local granddaughters, age 7 and age 3, had a sleep over. What joy.

Even if we love every day of our work, our lives become a list of tasks to complete........until a sleepover. Every schedule, every list, every predictability is thrown out the window. Nothing takes precedence.

I thought so much about my own mother this weekend––about how her world stopped for grandchildren. 

Both girls planted flowers. The three-year-old helped me plant geraniums and giant marigolds around a light post in my front yard. 

The seven-year-old planted Impatiens in a redwood flower cart that belonged to my mom. 

Later in the day, the seven-year-old asked me to dust off my forty-plus-year-old sewing machine to see if it still worked. I was amazed at her patience, stick-to-it-ivness, and lack of frustration while making a blanket for her younger sister from left-over scraps. 

I felt the spirit of my mom shining down this weekend as her traditions were passed on, many hugs given, and I love yous whispered.