...happen all the time.
A friend of the family gave birth to Victoria Rose this week. The daughter of one of my mother's best friends (they've known each other about 48 years) gave birth to her first child on Wednesday. It's a joyous event that is even more wonderful considering last weekend's grief. I'm very glad to know that in the midst of sadness that life goes on and that little miracles happen. I know that for this couple, she is a blessing that they've been trying very hard to manifest in their lives and I wish them all the joy and happiness and togetherness in the world. I can't wait to see how she grows up to be.
And this week, on a more immediately personal note, I was so happy to run into an old friend, Jeff Bustos. The name may be familiar to one of those that may read this journal (*achoo
Aviatrix).
I'm hoping to have a good weekend. I'll be playing some games and shopping with a friend that everyone should congratulate on her new apartment (
sugar_devil).
Possibly a date. Been too long. Don't ask. Nervous!