After my Grandma Thelda passed away last September, I "swiped" her wind chimes from her front porch. I always loved to hear those chime when I visited her. Brady is sick, he has an ear infection, is teething and basically feels rough. I was rocking him to sleep last night, praying (more like pleading) he would sleep long enough for me to get some things done, and ringing loud and very clear on my front porch was Grandma's wind chimes. After fighting back a few tears, I thought of Grandma and how she loved to rock and hold her great-grandchildren. I rocked him extra long last night just for you Grandma!




















