On this beautiful Lake Powell night, as the day's fading light slowly
revealed the splendor of the heavens, I paused from taking photos to be
still and enjoy this profound beauty. The tranquility and peace of my
moment was only interrupted by the sweet sounds of laughter that was
music to my ears, as 12 of my 13 grandchildren were all together in the
houseboat, playing twister and eating more junk food than their parents
would allow in a year. And, I would like to think, that somewhere among
the stars, my 13th grandchild, my precious angel grandson, was watching
over his brothers, sister and cousins and he was enjoying this moment
with me. I believe that families are forever, God is in His heavens,
and all will be well!