Spring has arrived.  Today, as we worked in the backyard, we could hear the call of the sandhill cranes as they flew overhead.  Hundreds of these beautiful birds fly over our house every spring and I'm just thankful that I happened to move into a house that is on their annual migration route.  

Jack is back with us, his mom is having a meltdown, again.  I'm just thankful he's safe and home with us.  He is too.

Something's got to give.  His other grandma is worried about Gracie trying to kill herself; she sees Gracie much more clearly now which is sad for her, but a good thing in the long run.  Jack's auntie still thinks Gracie is just stressed.  She doesn't understand mental illness and self medication.  She's young.  She still has hope.

I don't have hope for Gracie anymore.  Now I just want Jack to be safe.

Life goes on.  Jack is sweet and contrary, all at the same time. Work was kicking my ass but I'm starting to get the hang of the new computer system.  However, I have overdone it with my walking and now my knee is sore, so back to the lovely physiotherapist who gave me exercises and hope.  Lucy is nearing the end of her days sadly and that's breaking my heart.

It's what awaits us all but it still hurts.  

The photos are out of order but I don't care to put them order this morning.  I'm fine, everyone is fine, although Jack has taken to hiding when it's time for someone to pick him up to visit his mama.

The top photo, Jack and the big guy at the Easter Egg Hunt, yesterday.

The condo has been repainted and cleaned within an inch of it's life.  It's on the market and we're just waiting now.

Today is Jack's real birthday but we celebrated on Friday, as he is spending today with his mama.  He's four.  I can't believe how much he's grown.

Yesterday, he got the chance to see the inside of a cop car, from the front seat, and turn on the siren.

We got him a children's camera for his birthday and he loved it.  It holds something like 3000 images.

 And best of all, the snow is almost gone and spring is here.