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.

swimsuit hung over the railing, drying in the afternoon sun after another swim I had not hidden from.

Brittany stood on the steps holding a brand-new photo album.

“Mary,” she said.

I waited.

She looked at the album before handing it to me.

“I started something.”

The first page held the beach photograph.

Beneath it, in Brittany’s handwriting, were the words:continue reading …