We have the draft in our hands. . .
reading and reading it for things the eyes missed the reads before.
The sun was shining in through the back door and so I moved my office there.
My mom would have been 89 today.
I might have been tempted to put a 8X10 glossy of her on my story page .. .
but I didn't need to.
She is woven through the book in places only I know about.
As I turn each page .. .
I see a blend of women who each have been blessed with wise and loving mentors in their lives.
It could feel like a weight to know that the responsibility is now ours ... .
but it is a joy that resonates in the words.
Someone said yesterday to me .. .
it matters how you live your life. .
but it matters most how you finish.
My beloved and I remembered again the other day the way my mom would tilt her head towards her shoulder and quietly giggle when she was tickled pink.
I expect she would be fairly pink these days.
Happy Birthday dear mom.
all for now . .