Our family is rallying around our daughter to help her as she fights to live as long as she can. She visits tomorrow for a few days and we will have a confab about how best to support her and her granddaughter. A dear friend once told me I was "tribal" and I was baffled, because I had assumed all people thought like me, but she was right. My tribe is where the majority of my energy has gone and goes to now. I'm proud of our daughter who is so brave and proud of her siblings and their spouses. We are surrounding her with love.
Yesterday, my husband and I took our three year old grandson to a vivarium, where he was in heaven among the turtles, tortoises, frogs, lizards, snakes and other critters that many children fear. He was fascinated. He especially liked Lemon Drop, an enormous boa bright yellow, that looked longer than a boat. Lemon Drop's roommate is Cupcake. The monitor lizards were lively, and there were critters not for sale, because the owners and staff have such a soft spot for them. I found myself enchanted by them all, though I usually think of myself as squeamish. Perhaps my grandson gave me courage. The world is a marvelous place and its creatures extraordinary.
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