I clawed my way back to the bed and finally managed to get one eye open enough to verify that I was still in my own bedroom. What is that noise? I struggled to roll over enough to see the clock. Ugh – 2:17 am. The klaxon went off again, God almighty, something was seriously wrong. Wait! I know that sound. Not again. . .
As a child, I was blessed to have my maternal grandparents live on the same little island in California. Their sweet presence made a positive impact on my life, and I enjoyed spending time with them, especially when I could spend the night. Continue reading “Cowgirls and Freckles”