Yesterday was my son's 39th birthday. I don't know how he got that old, but he's my only son and I'm sure grateful he's a part of my life. They say the bond between a mother and son is strong, just as it is between daddies and daughters. My son has always been one of my biggest supporters, and in the months when I was caring for my mother, and ultimately watching her die, I don't know what I would have done without him.
This morning, as I glance over the top of my computer screen, I am reminded of his love and support as I look at a greeting card he gave me many years ago. It was so perfect that I put it in a silver frame to keep on my desk. It keeps me going on days I'd like to quit!
Here is what it says:
You are a Lover of Words. One Day, you will write a book.
People turn to you because you give voice to dreams, notice little things, and make otherwise impossible imaginings appear real. You are a rare bird who thinks the world is beautiful enough to try to figure it out, who has the courage to dive into your wild mind and go swimming there. You are someone who still believes in cloud watching, people watching, daydreaming, tomorrow, favorite colors, silver clouds, dandelions, and sorrow. Be sacred. Be cool. Be wild. Go far. Words do more than plant miracle seeds. With you writing them, they can change the world.
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I don't remember whether there was any special occasion for this card or not. If I recall correctly, and my kids would be the first to tell you that my mind is going, he was in a store, the card jumped out at him, and he felt it was so ME that he just had to buy it.
Whatever the reason, I'm so glad he did. It speaks volumes to me.
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