This is a day I cradle in the tender palms of my memory, a day taken for granted for its beauty, it’s fleetingness.
This is a day I likely smiled and laughed through part of, a day I possibly looked forward to and couldn’t wait to end.
This is a day when she was four and he was three and their entire futures were misty dreams before me, a day when there were no goodbyes or good lucks or glimpses of their life caught only on a screen.
This is a day of blessings, of bliss, of life pulling at my heartstrings.
This is a day of mothering, a day if only I could start again.
Friday Photos are glimpses into the extraordinary in my ordinary life. They are inspirations, remembrances and reflections that anchor this life, and honor all the brilliant moments that otherwise might pass me by.