I didn't ever want to write this post, but somehow today seemed like the right time to share about my dear mom. My mom passed away unexpectedly last week. It's something I never, ever thought I could live through. As horrible as it is, I am trying my best to remember all the special that was in my mom and all the precious things she passed on to me. One of them was a love of Valentine's Day. Mom was a rare Leap Year baby, born February 29, and February was one of her favorite months. Valentine's Day was always something special at our house. It wasn't just for mom and dad. We kids always got a special little package at the breakfast table. Some years it was pretty pink socks and $5, other times a tiny box of See's candies and a small book, always with a beautiful Valentine card. Mom made us feel special and loved and I guess that was the greatest gift from my mom. It's a joy to do the same traditions for my family and I hadn't thought about it much until now.
|Mom's favorite photo on my wedding day.|
It's the same with my dear friend Wendy who died the day after my mom. Wendy isn't here, but she will never be gone. Her generous and loving way with her friends and everyone she knew stays with me, reminds me to welcoming, inviting and enjoy life as she did.
|Wendy and I. She still tried to have fun at a Halloween.|
Wishing you all feel the love today.