Saturday, we celebrated an early mother’s day, lunch and a museum, with MaryBeth’s mom. After mother day hugs, we headed to our lake house; I was tired and realized I’d wake up early tomorrow without a mom to call. Sunday, I was up early, scampered across the wood floors like I did so many years ago, expecting to find my mom sitting in her rocker watching the birds. She wasn’t there, but her love was, and I realized what a privilege I’d had to share in her love for her 51 year life journey. What a spiritual gift it is to still be sharing her love 40+ years later. Take time today to be grateful for love.
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