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.