to brooklyn and back.
sitting in a cafe
with a small group of friends and family,
showering gretta and ben with love and hope.
on a bench,
side by side with my youngest child,
with my hand on her full belly,
the warmth of
my first granchild
right there, under my palm.
if that is not hope
i do not know what is.
tiwhll...This Is What Hope Looks Like...an autumn series with occasional posts, starting today.
(photo shared with permission of auntie-in-waiting hannah)