Thinking of my Mom today and quietly celebrating her birthday with some bittersweet memories . . .
She would have been 104 today. She died when she was 100.
Got up early this morning. By all rights, I should have, would have slept in because I've been up very early with chores and jobs to do for the last three days. I thought last night about how good it was going to feel to sleep in until I didn't want to sleep anymore. About how good on a cool morning it is to snuggle under the warm soft covers. But for some reason I woke up at 6:30, could not get comfortable or go back to sleep, so I got up. I started the coffee and then looked out the kitchen window .... there was fog! We don't get much fog around here, so when we do I am usually right on it. I quickly put on more clothes, grabbed my camera and went out into the back yard. The sun had just topped the shortest part of the back row of trees, throwing some light through the big oak, playing with the fog in a just perfect way to create some beautiful rays through the quickly disappearing darkness.
I love you and miss you, Mom.....