Mother of all Birthdays

Today is my mom's birthday.


There's so many ways I could go with my thoughts for this post, but yet here I sit, watching the cursor blink. (well, except right now, cause I guess I'm typing... but you know what I mean....)


First and foremost.. let's just recognize the importance of the day. Aside from my mother being a wonderful and loving soul, SHE gave birth to ME.... so if she hadn't been born, then well, you know that saying about shit rolling downhill.... so yeah. as I live and breathe, I'm happy for the birth of my mother.


One blog post is not nearly enough to capture the essence NOR pay tribute to the relationship I have with my mother. Indeed, like life, our relationship is vast, and ever changing.

We have our similarities and definitely our differences. there's laughter, love, respect... sometimes an eye-roll or two, PROBABLY a snarl here and there, and more than a few tears have been shed over the years.

But one thing remains the same no matter how old we get or where I live; her presence in my life is abundant. and that's a good thing.

again... I can't even scratch the surface of describing one of the most notable women in my life. You'll just have to trust me when I say that when it comes to my mom.... "everything" is just the beginning.


Happy birthday, Ma.