All good things must come to an end. . .
I don’t really believe that ALL good things must end. The very best things go on forever, like my marriage, my family, and my faith. However, it seemed like a good title for this post.
This is Isaac reading one last book to his grandma this morning before he left for school. When I told him that she was leaving today, he said “mom, I want you to make something really yummy and not give Grandma any if she leaves.†
Over breakfast he suggested we discuss ideas of how to make Grandma stay. Although I was somewhat interested to hear what he would come up with, I also knew that it probably wasn’t best to let him continue to think that he had some control over this event.