Well, winter has threatened to return today, but the temperature stayed above freezing so we’ve got rain instead of the snow they predicted. Cloudy, gloomy skies. Not the spring I’m still looking for.

April is a celebration month for my family. If Randy’s mom had lived, she would be 95 tomorrow. (She died seven years ago.) In fact, she was born two days after the Titanic sank in 1912. I wonder if her family ever mentioned that fact as she was growing up. I, of course, didn’t know her then – didn’t meet her until she was in her 60s. She was a neat lady.

My dad celebrates 85 years this Saturday. I could say all kinds of wonderful things about my dad, but I’ll boil it down to the fact that Daddy loves Jesus and he prays for his family every day. It is also his practice to read the Bible through every year – a tradition he began longer ago than I can remember. We bought him a new Bible for his birthday because the old one was literally falling apart. But as someone once said, “a Bible that is falling apart belongs to a person who isn’t.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen my dad fall apart in any circumstance in life.

Then next week my parents will celebrate 65 years of marriage. Quite a legacy! They married young and they kept their vows. I’m pretty proud of them. :)

Despite the dreary weather outside, I did manage to write almost 2000 words today. My new story is starting to capture my imagination, which makes writing enjoyable and not drudgery – in any kind of weather.

Maybe the sun will shine tomorrow. :)