I am still worn out but my soul is glowing despite the fatigue. Dreams are evolving and tonight Ken and I helped to paint "masks" for a fund raiser in October for The Works. I pulled my back out picking up my grandson Cole...he is only three but he weighs 38 pounds. I need to remember to sit down and have him climb up onto my lap. My words are totally inadequate when it comes to fully expressing my gratitude...my life is blessed. Imagine and Live in Peace, Mary Helen Fernandez Stewart
