“Excuse writing, but is 4:30 and coffee not done.
Don’t be too broken hearted about lost love – there is someone waiting in wings for doll like you.
Stay the way you are – don’t change a hair.
Try to get heart in soccer…”
My mom wrote me this letter in college. I was sad over a lost love. She wrote, “Don’t be too broken hearted over lost love. There is someone waiting in wings for doll like you. Stay the way you are – don’t change a hair…”
Mother knows best. My husband was waiting for me. And his love gave me wings to fly.
Airplane at Smithsonian Air and Space Museum
I will let my mom go tomorrow and bring her to Arlington National Cemetery to be inurned with my father.
It is time.
Here are some photos from our trip to DC.
If you are interested in back story go to post titled “Be Bold. Be Brave. Be Beautiful” a couple posts back. Lots of links and lots of explaining.
“As mothers and daughters, we are connected with one another. My mother is the bones of my spine, keeping me straight and true. She is my blood, making sure it runs rich and strong. She is the beating of my heart. I cannot now imagine a life without her.”
― Kristin Hannah, Summer Island