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.