“Mother’s hold their children’s hands for a little while, but they hold their hearts forever” was the quote on the program in church this morning. I got misty-eyed as I do every week when the children come in to sit in front of the choir. Forget about wondering what my grandaughter looks like or whether she was getting any spiritual upbringing at all; I wondered, hoped and knew in my heart that all grandmother’s hold the love for their kids and grandkids involuntarily, deep in their hearts. Only we Invisible Grandparents are challenged to do it to even greater levels! 
My blessings to all of us out there invisible or not. May we all fill our waking moments with as much love, positivity and wonderful experiences as possible … and keep The Invisible String (as in Patricia Karst’s lovely book) alive!