It’s my momma’s birthday today. The only way to understand how much I miss her is to have known her for yourself. She is sweet and gentle and generous. To be her neighbor would be amazing…coffee and gardening talk every morning, hiking in the afternoons, dinner made by her hands every evening, and knitting together after dark. Maybe one day this will happen. I hope so.
P.S. Don’t feel silly if you mistake her for one of my siblings. It happens all the time.