I love this picture of my grandson’s face.  I like to think he’s slowly realizing he is about to be dethroned by a little sister.  I did not like being dethroned as master of my universe when my children came along.  As with Job, my friends had a hard time convincing me I would once again laugh and shout for joy. 

With family visits just around the bend, my husband insisted it was time to remove the protective layer of anti-sun-glare-agent from our windows…that is, the two-year buildup of dirt and grime