
Worry? Me? I grew up with a mom that was a worry-wart! Yep…she worried anytime we were not in her sight. She has worried about me for 64 years. “Call us when you get there.” “It’s going to be dark, why don’t you spend the night?” “Oh it’s raining. Wait for the storm to pass.” I have assured both of my parents that I have lights and wipers on my car and driving in the rain should be ok. Combine that with all of the children and grandchildren and now great-grandchildren in our family, she is in a constant state of worry. I wonder if it is genetic... Now, don’t get me wrong. It’s nice to know that someone worries about me, but I hate that in this time in her life, she still worries. I’m pretty sure I can’t change that. As a mom and grandma myself, I get it. I can’t control much, but I can worry. Fortunately, I know that Katie & Anthony are taking good care of those babies & Katie & Anthony are taking good care of each other. But I do still worry. ...