happy mothers day
At moments, you remind me of your mother more than ever. It’s not my doing, I think; it’s hers.
I think about my mother every day. But usually the thoughts are fleeting—she crosses my mind like a spring cardinal that flies past the edge of your eye: startling, luminous, lovely … gone. Which is to say, I don’t think concertedly about her as much as I used to. Mother’s Day forces me to do that. What comes to me this year—the gift I wish I could give her—are all the things I never said along the way about how much her example meant to me
with all the changes in progress right now, work, relationships, wedding planning – i find myself missing her more than ever.