I’m a mother of the most wonderful little girl on this Earth. I always imagined I would teach her all the great things about this world. I pictured trips of us going to Museums. Me teaching her about Impressionism vs. Modernism vs. Realism. I pictured me quoting Browning and Keats, and her following behind me as we took walks in long gardens. I imagined all the wonderful stories about love and life and loss I would pass on to her. I never in a thousand years thought she’d be the one teaching me. I never once thought that my heart had gotten this lost. Until she found it for me. Most people love the Holiday season. Thanksgiving dinners, shopping for Christmas presents, all the family time. The sugar cookies, the candy canes, the lights. All the gay Hallmark made for TV movies that move you to tears in spite of yourself. I however, tend to get a little blue around this time of year. I hate the cold. I hate that all the leaves are gone. I hate raking the leaves. I hate that the mall is c...
You didn't think death would stop me from talking your ear off did you?