My daughter-in-law stopped me from seeing my grandkids over a photo on Facebook – so I made sure she got a wake-up call.

the sprinkler in our backyard, shrieking when the water turned toward them.

Brittany sat at the patio table with her purse in her lap.

George brought me a plate before making his own.

He always did that.

“Too much mustard?” he asked.

“You always put too much mustard.”

“And yet you married me.”

“Nobody’s perfect,” I said.

Our oldest grandson, Caleb, slid into continue reading …