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We asked our teen granddaughters what they would like to do as a last event before school began. To my surprise, one immediately suggested going to the zoo and the other enthusiastically agreed. Grandma and Grandpa were somewhat less enthusiastic when the chosen day turned out to be in the high 90’s.

Off we went recalling our last zoo trip four years ago. The hope was to get to the zoo reasonably early, but suddenly the girls spied the Georgetown Cupcake Store and convinced Grandpa to pull over. Back we trekked several blocks to stand outside in the heat waiting to get in to buy delicious, but rather expensive cupcakes. The girls were pleased as could be since they watched the show often on TV and had designed and made their own unique birthday cakes the month before.

Since we made a conscious decision to relax and go with the flow, we all had fun. And, since we parked in front of the Georgetown Shops, another short detour through a mall delighted the girls even more. I couldn’t help but think how much more enjoyable the whole day was because we listened to what they wanted to do (it was, after all, meant to be a fun day for them) and we were flexible about the plans.

We finally made it to the zoo where our first stop was to see the pandas and they were a hit. The zookeepers had put honey on big cardboard boxes and the bears were in heaven. What could be more entertaining than watching a giant panda lounging back with a big box over his head or the other panda trying to climb head first into a box to lap up the honey. Read more ...

In July I had a good fortune to share a trip with my younger granddaughter as she went with me to the eWomenNetwork Conference in Dallas, Texas. She was about to turn 15 and has an exuberance about life that only a 15 year old can have. She was also sporting newly red (really red) hair with blonde streaks. This is not a quiet, shy child, but one who is quick to verbalize whatever she is thinking and to do it in a way that is nothing short of hilarious.

Did I mention Shannon is not fond of heights? Starting with the escalators at Dulles to the take off of the plane, I enjoyed the thrill through her eyes. She had last flown to Disney ten years ago, so the whole experience was new - how the ground shrank at take off, the layers of clouds, the sensations of flying, all of it.

It was such a treat for me to be with a young adult that I didn't have to take care of but could enjoy sharing an adventure. You should hear her describe our room in the Hyatt Regency, Dallas. She never did figure out why there was a pillow shaped like a basketball on our beds. It was so neat to share meals as equals and see her interact with such courtesy to service people and business contacts alike. Oh, and I should mention she insisted on taking me up the open glass elevator to the 24th floor to see Dallas. The child who feared heights was thrilled; I, on the other hand, couldn't look. Read more ...

Earlier this year we took our soon-to-be 16-year-old granddaughter to the CEO Space Forum in Henderson, NV.  We had gone in December and vowed to take our granddaughters to Teen Feast where they would learn about "cooperative capitalism," about themselves and their relationships with others, and about entrepreneurship.

Brianne is gifted in many areas. (I know I'm partial, but she really is.) She's smart, artistic, musical, creative and a kind, loving person. We knew this experience would provide her the vision and contacts to fulfill her career dreams.

Going into a totally strange environment, Brianne branded herself quickly by walking around with a small stuffed wolf on her head. Since she is tall, she could be found in a crowd and remembered in later communications.

One of the joys of grand-parenting is exposing young people to new experiences. It was so good to hear her speak for herself at the coaching tables with world class mentors. Imagine hearing her say one night, as she worked at her computer around midnight, "I now have my 5-year plan."

Of course there were the fun moments where we enjoyed the resort. As of now, the Lowe's Lake, Las Vegas is her future honeymoon destination. I think she will always remember, too, the pink dress she bought in the little shipping village. Read more ...

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August is the month I was married. This year we celebrate 40 years of marriage. I remember celebrating my parents' 40th. Now it's ours. How did that happen? I know I am blessed to be married to the same person all these years and to still be grateful for that. But, are we really the same people? We have survived too much individually and together to be anywhere like the young, invincible people we were.

We could never have imagined the journey - it's joys or its sorrows. We could never have survived without the presence of God - the third Person in the marriage.

I look back and remember the excitement of starting our lives together - our new careers and first apartment, then our first house. We pursued Master's degrees and welcomed our first child. Then the inevitable storms came: the premature births and deaths of two more sons; the death of a parent and a grandparent; a job loss; illness; relocation, etc.

We laughed together, cried together struggled and prayed as the years went by. The wheel of life continued to turn as we faced new challenges in our work and more losses in our family, as well as the thrill of grandchildren, new direction in our lives and the comfort of wisdom acquired along the way. That wisdom makes us appreciate the blessings in our lives, however painfully they are packaged. It makes us live in the present moment, remembering the past and not fearing the future. And, it makes us very grateful for the last 40 years and every tomorrow to come.

We were privileged to attend a 50th wedding anniversary celebration this weekend. My husband had met this couple as he prepared for his ordination to the Diaconate. Our lives intertwined in tragedy as their daughter was brutally murdered at the same time our son was severely injured in an accident. I will never forget how touched I was by their prayers and concern for us as they mourned their daughter’s death.

The husband has had serious health issues the last few years and it was beautiful to see them stand in church and renew their vows, especially the part about “in sickness and in health.” The celebration was a tribute to the faith, perseverance, patience and love of a couple. They were surrounded by family and friends they had cried with and laughed with.

It is so important to celebrate the moment and my belief that we do somehow survive the worst and find joy was again reinforced. The deceased daughter was lovingly remembered, and two surviving daughters are fully living their lives. How wonderful that the celebration and tribute took place while both husband and wife are living.

We sat with another couple who have been married 41 years – one more than our 40. She is a cancer survivor, a liver transplant survivor and receives dialysis treatment every other day. She was telling me how blessed she is and both were out on the dance floor.

It was an evening of reflection and my conclusion is that we can and must keep on dancing.

I lost a friend today. She was one of those rare friends who gave first, who loved unconditionally, who lifted you up, who believed in your best self. She suffered through years of pain and multiple surgeries and serious illnesses. Without fail, however, if you called she sincerely wanted to know how you were. She was cheerful, kind beyond belief, and completely humble. Her giving never expected a return; her love was generously bestowed upon all.

It is so rare to have someone in your life who accepts and loves you unconditionally, someone with whom masques and discretion about self-revelation are unnecessary.

How does a relationship like this happen? It evolves through shared pain and shared survival; shared joys and triumphs.

Long lasting friendships do not require daily contact. Our friendship spanned daily contact to a couple times a month. Throughout our friendship one or the other would call just when hearing the voice was needed. I am so thankful I listened to the inclination to call the day of her death. Little did we know it would be our last conversation, but we were able to express love and hope. There is an empty place in my heart today for the closeness we shared, but I am also greatly relieved that her suffering is over. She died as her family recited the Rosary in the early hours of Pentecost Sunday. Now she will continue to shower her “Happy Day Gift” on all of us.

Dear Friend, you never feared the storm, but taught us to dance in the rain.