As I awaken to the sounds of birdsong trilling in through my open windows, this beautiful morning, I am reminded of all the beautiful flower-filled summers with my mom. Almost daily visits to her home accompanied by walks of admiration of her beautiful gardens fills me with the bittersweet. The bittersweet of how each walk is one less now with her in this earthly plane. This beautiful soul who has birthed and nurtured me through my years, now in the waning of her life, is, and has been a rock for me of stability in a rocky world.
I cherish each walk, each moment, each card game that we play. Each hug a moment of deep communion beyond the distractions of the day. Each smile like a star being birthed in an endless universe.
Bliss is a mother's love. Thank you mom!
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