Early one Saturday morning, at 4 A.M., Alice called to ask if I could come over and stay at her house while she went off to accompany a dear friend in need, a would-be single mom in a terrible relationship having another baby that very moment; she'd lost her tiny daughter to SIDS less than a year before and still hasn't gotten herself out of the household. So I did that, and then some. Four loads of laundry, all the toys up off the floor, dishes out of the sink, etc. Now there's a beautiful baby boy with just her name on it, and her whole family rallied around to protect and move them on.

Another Saturday morning, grandson Scott had a tap dance recital. Little kids are so cute. The tumbling classes were the most fun to watch, some as young as 3 rolling on the floor trying to take turns and not knowing where to go next. Alice was going to video tape the whole thing but her battery ran out early. Then little Lauren decided she wanted to dance when the ballet girls were up on stage. She stood in the aisle waving her arms, twirling and jumping with them. She did about as well as they did!