We may have some badly needed rain today. The light is soft and saturated with the many colors of Spring. It is a good morning.
What a pleasure to quietly remember picking bouquets this time of year for my mother. I wonder what her flower gardens looked like when we were finished?! And to remember our own two kids picking their bouquets for Liz.
What a sad and sorry place the world would be without these moms who have loved us for exactly who we are. Moms are the heroes of my life.