Today would be my mother’s 63rd birthday. wow… it’s been 27 years since we celebrated her birthday together! I treasure the relationship I had with her, even blessing the fact we never had to go through the fighting and angst of my mid-late teens with the relational stuff that so often goes along with it.
I do miss her, especially when I long for those long and late conversations about the stuff of life. What would she think of her adult children… how would she interact with her grandchildren?
I’m thankful, Mom, that I had you with me while I did; and you’d be proud to know that I’m even thankful for the tough days. I miss you, and hope to one day see you again. There’s so much I can’t wait to tell you!