I read this on bathroom mirror yesterday. I’ve read it before but, this time I wanted it to stick.
I don’t know: there are brief moments in time when I think I know everything, and then this . . . reminds me I haven’t a clue.
that girl who loves music . . . making great strides
a mother’s day filled with children I love
flowers from the Fisherman
beautiful words I’ll carry forever
group photos I love
beautiful warm days
water from a stranger
talks with sons who fill up my heart
children keeping mothers on their knees