Sometimes I start to get comfortable and cocky thinking about how I am so wise and expert at this ridiculous event called life. The pattern is revealing. I have always been responsible for someone else or something since I was two and my sister was born. Then my brother came along four years later. The dogs over the years have come and gone. Right now there are two. Kai and Kaz. Cats like my sweet calico, Natalie, we have loved for sixteen years in April. Through the course of my being, I have acknowledged and embraced the gift of caregiver. I have been overzealous in it and sometimes resentful. I am no angel, I love to give to others. I find joy and peace in the ability. The last year I had a couple of glances at mostly being my own caregiver. My children are grown and now my grandchildren are, except the new boy. My heart smiles at the very thought of those sky blue eyes, the shock of blond hair in the middle of his forehead and those two teeth when he smiles. I wish all of us on