One morning my oldest daughter, Rhonda, rushed in my front door.“Mom, the most wonderful thing just happened. ”
I smiled, remembering Rhonda’s enthusiasm as a young girl, when she woulde barreling into our home with news of her day. Now, as a wife and mother of two, she could still enerclize a room.
“Good morning, Rhonda, and a good morning to you too, sweet pea,” I said, picking up my two-year-old granddaughter.“Let’s sit and have coffee and cookies. Then you can tell me all about your news. ” Turning around, I looked at my daughter. “Are you pregnant?”
“No, Mom, ”Rhonda answered. Sitting with her coffee cup in hand, she sighed with excitement.“Mrs. Perkins, the director of Saint Francis School