Grandpa's Hands: Stress Erasers

Today brought with it a fair share of challenges-- nothing major, just: we're-late-for-day-camp-the-puppy-pooped-on-the-floor-where's-my-other-shoe-since-when-don't-you-like-green-Jello-this-meeting-makes-me-nervous-the-cable-modem-still-isn't-working-how-am-I-ever-going-to-learn-my-lines-it-is-too-blasted-hot-outside-when-are-those-lazy-morons-coming-back-to-fill-in-this-dangerous-and-ugly-trench-they-dug-in-my-front-yard:

At some point in the afternoon, I did get it through my thick skull that I needed to simplify-- easier said than done-- but I did take a couple evening options off the table, and assured the children that after Benjamin's t-ball game we would go home and relax.  I was still feeling overwhelmed and anxious as I herded my brood to head home from our last activity.  Then, I looked up and saw this:

My 10-year-old, strolling through the park, hand-in-hand-in-hand-in-hand with her grandpas-- a moment that reminds me why I'm here and "makes it all worthwhile."