Musings of the day

Today I picked up Alexei from daycare after work and brought him into the living room to play. He started playing with a string of fabric chickens that my mother gave me for my 15th birthday. I told him that "Grandma Weaver" got those for us, and as soon as I said those words, I realized that I'm actually uncomfortable calling her Grandma Weaver. MY Grandmother on my father's side was also Grandma Weaver, and she passed away when I was in 1st grade. My mother passed in 1997, and Alexei will never know her except from pictures and stories. It pains me to think he will never meet her in person, but it's comforting to think of all the other people he has in his life who love and support him.