Last weekend, we were up in Alberta. We spent a night at my Granny's house. Holly and Greta loved discovering and exploring all of my grandmother's trinkets and treasures. And Maeve wanted nothing more than to be best friends with my Granny's cat, Mimi. We were up early the following morning preparing for the funeral in Lethbridge. When I was getting ready, I could hear Holly and Greta chatting relentlessly with my Granny. I was reminded that my daughters are love. If you are family, they don't hold back. The approach all of their family relationships from a place of worthiness and love. We haven't seen my Granny in a little over two years. That didn't matter. She's family and they were going to love her.