People’s handwriting, Dick’s, Cynthia’s, my mom’s, my sister’s, and others’, brings me hope because of the love those folks brought into my life. That love I can so vividly recall when I see their unique penmanship. Love brings hope.

Each summer my grandsons (Elijah age 8 and Judah age 6) come to visit for a week.  Daily we experience some special downtown adventures and then go to Vacation Bible School.  One day our adventure took us past the fountain pictured here.  The boys giggled and wondered why I would take a picture of ladies with bare butts.  I love their giggles.