Toying with the idea of turning this to a journal of sorts. Please don't feel obligated to keep reading. (But of course you're welcome to stay if you'd like.)

Love walking the river trail in the mornings with my good friend Nancy. It's like free therapy with a view. And sound effects.

Rode my bike to yoga today. It was so great to be back after a month away. And to stretch. And sweat. And breathe. Lacee told me she was grateful to have me back because she said I bring a good energy to the class that she misses when I'm not there. "It's a positive and so honest." That truly is one of most meaningful compliments I have ever received.

Took my grandmother to see my mother in the transitional rehabilitation place today. I've been updating my grandmother regularly on Mom's condition, but it wasn't she said something today that I realized that in her head Grandma imagined that "hip replacement" meant they would cut away my mom's hip and replace it with some sort of prosthetic like those for an amputee. I was so sad I hadn't known this before and been able to reassure her. The look of delight and relief on Grandma's face when she saw Mom--and especially as she saw her walking (albeit slowly and with a walker) was so tender and sweet.

Love writing to my missionaries twice a week now--one day for each. Love the anticipation of news--however long or short, detailed or vague--in my inbox in the morning.

I am tired. My neglected house is a wreck. But life is full and good.