It’s 11:11 am; the angel’s time. Quite poetic, hum! We are outside listening to the birds singing and the wind shimmying. He is napping. I’m watching life go by, mostly the squirrels stealing bird seed. Our story, his story, us as family, our individual families, the “kids”, mine and his.
The “kids” are grown ups. The youngest is turning 30 years old and the older is 41. In between a 31 and a 36 years old. They all have spouses. The first grandchild arrived exactly 2 months ago!
We imagined the experience of being grandparents to the angel’s time bliss! But it’s 2020, July. We never imagined COVID-19 times.
Yet, life is perfect in is imperfection and on July 7, 2020 at 11:11 am; the angel’s time, we feel blessed! Do you see the squirrel?