I love my angel son…and in memory of him on his birthday…

I stayed in bed a little longer and cuddled with my dog.

I ate chocolate for breakfast.

I lit a candle in memory of A.G.

I read Rumi, drinking his words right off the page.

I connected with family as I walked my pup.

I ran hills because my body is strong and my spirit is stronger.

I donated my professional skills in support of education for Haitian children.

I let my dog eat the birthday party invitation for the little boy that was born a week after mine.

I talked to my fabulous friend for over an hour on the phone.

I drank wine and had good conversation with my husband.

Life is good. It takes a while for it to be good, but then you get your groove back. Not every day, but often enough. Keep going, People. We have a lot more to live.