I Wanna Hold Your Hand (Again)

 I was sitting on the edge of Mr. Ginley's bed the other day, holding onto his absent fingers.

At Big Sur, in the beforetimes

"Come on, squeeze my hand," I said quietly.

And he did. 

It was the first time since his stroke almost seven months ago. And it was grand.

He hasn't been able to replicate this bit of magic since then, but that's okay. It all takes time, as we have been reminded again and again.

Meanwhile, our granddaughter turned a year old this week, and she and her Dad paid us a visit. She's such a delight. I found Raffi's "Bananaphone" and YouTube and played it for her. We all grooved to the tune our son and Kevin used to groove to in the car.

Those were the highlights of the week. No major mishaps to report, thank heavens. 

Y'alls prayers, virtual hugs, and good thoughts and such must be doing wonders.

Thanks to one and all!