Life is difficult. This is a great truth, one of the greatest truths. It is a great truth because once we truly see this truth, we transcend it. Once we truly know that life is difficult--once we truly understand and accept it--then life is no longer difficult. Because once it is accepted, the fact that life is difficult no longer matters.
Friday was an eventful day. I received a call around 11:30 that little mama was in labor. I started finishing up my errands so that I would be free for the weekend, then began my long and arduous climb up to Murrieta. Now, normally this drive takes about 35 minutes. That day, it took at least an hour and a half! I was not a happy grandma. By the time I arrived, I felt like I had literally CLIMBED there on my hands and knees. Of course, when I arrived, baby was already here! Yes, amazingly enough, there are people who go into the hospital at 11:00 a.m. and deliver by 3:30 p.m. And yes, she was a month early. Weighed in at four pounds, twelve ounces. Tiny, tiny dancer. Hmmm... wish I could post a picture!