Fifty-one years ago at 11:55pm my mom brought me into this world. The older I get the more I love life and am so thankful for all my mom is to me.
I’ve thought about this with a deeper sense this year as my best friend celebrated her first birthday at 58 without her mom here. Her mom passed away last fall. As we walked home from breakfast on Wednesday it hit my friend that her mom wouldn’t be here to wish her Happy Birthday. She began to cry.
I put my hand in hers and we continued to walk down the street. There really are no words in times like those. I know my time will come too and I know when it does, my friend will walk with me on that journey.
But for today and for all the days my mom continues to be here to celebrate with me, the greatest gift I can give her for my life is to continue to pursue what it is that makes me happy. To live life to the fullest that I can. To be of service where I can. To love and live the best that I can.
My mama, who I love so very much. Who means the world to me. Thank you seems such a small thing to say for all you’ve been and continue to be for me. Connected soul to soul, we will always be.