June

Last Sunday, I made a new friend. Her name is June, and she turned 90 on June 26. Her husband Ralph died three years ago, and June keeps his picture in her reading room. She says good morning to him every day, and he smiles back at her. Sometimes she says more, but she didn't tell me what. 

June wakes up with the sun and does the day's work. She gardens and vacuums on different days because she doesn't have the energy for both. Once the day's work is done, she gives the rest of her day to God. She feels guided to study things that help her bless others. 

June believes in miracles.