(AND NOWHERE NEAR DONE)
So in the midst of a lot of sighing, near-tears moments, frustration and just overall helpelessness, I looked at this picture snapped by Scott Schuman. Before I even read his little paragraph on how special this was to him, I saw the lovely polkadots dancing around her neck, her tentative mini smile that looks a lot like my paternal grandma’s grin, and best of all, the smidgen of sparkle on her rosy cheeks and on her earlobe.
And suddenly, there is calm all around.
Maybe even a tiny smile.