The Circle of Life!

The other day my daughter, Sydney, and I took our bundle of joy, Royce, for a walk in his stroller. One of the elderly ladies in the community said, ‘You know, that little one has been in your family before.’

My daughter and I agreed. Long before that day Sydney had mentioned how Royce had grandpa’s ears. I looked and decided she was correct. A few weeks later my daughter shared that Royce rolls to his side to sleep. You guessed it – grandpa, my dad, almost always slept on his side.

And then there’s the obsession that I must see Royce as much as I can. Yes, this could be because he’s my first grandchild. It’s more than that, though. I just feel this pull toward him. My dad was very important in my life. I cried hysterically 20 years before he died about his death.

Royce and I have a grand connection.  

Backstory: Sydney was in the Camp giving readings and was about eight months pregnant. She was having Braxton Hicks contractions. My massage therapist had just arrived. I was concerned. Sydney said she just wanted to get home to her husband. She left. I got on the table. I saw a smudge on the floor that looked like a heart. Next thing I knew I saw red hearts fluttering up toward me. Did I mention my grandson has the gifts?

The day I received my healing papers I was chatting with Royce on the bed in the backroom of my place. He had this huge grin on his face and belly laughed – his first one. My dad had a great sense of humor, and a laugh that will not be forgotten.

Perhaps, Royce got a bit of grandpa’s DNA, or maybe just maybe it is my dad coming back to give me and others life lessons. Royce is a fire sign as am I. My daughter, a Cancer, Cancer rising with a Capricorn moon, said, ‘Don’t forget you’re both fire signs.’ I said without missing a beat, ‘No worries. You have plenty of water to put the fire out.’ Incidentally, my dad’s a Capricorn.

People look at Royce to say who he looks like. It’s what we do when we see babies. It’s what people did with Sydney. My dad said, ‘She looks like Sydney.’ I said the same: ‘He looks like Royce.’ Some things never change.

Blessings of Peace and Love!