This weekend hasn’t gone exactly as planned. See, my plans were to vaporize into quiet rest… a bit of time with my girls… and then more rest.

He had a different assignment for me. Taking care of my 87-year-young auntie whose stomach went on the fritz Friday night.  We’ve been at St. Mary’s Hospital since then.

I also had my Momsy time yesterday. While giving mom her weekly hand and foot massage she made me both happy and sad by saying, “You know? You look like a Holt.” I said, “I sure hope so mom… because I’m half of one!”

Then as quick as the revelation came, it disappeared as we jammed & danced to Simply Red, “Holding Back the Years.”

I’ll keep holding on

I’ll keep holding on

I’ll keep holding on

I’ll keep holding on

So tight…

My plans may have changed, but I’m gratefully rocking the assignment given.

And, I’ll keep holding on. So Tight.