Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

We're receiving a lot of rain and it feels like a blessing.  Up north my family and friends are experiencing snow.  My granddaughter has email now and she sent me a picture of the snow.  It's wonderful to be in contact with her this way.  It's fun and light and she is the emoji princess, so proud of herself.  She never was one for hanging onto a phone and talking.  Her mother tried speakerphone, but my granddaughter would twirl around out of range anyway, and was usually busy hopping on the sofa or trying to show me something over the phone.  Now we can do face time, but still, she's usually not keen on it, so the email is a joy for me.  The thought is mother to the word:  I know she's thinking of me when she writes.  It's a blessing.