I wanted to write a beautiful post about all the ways my mom and I laughed. I wanted to write a letter to her sharing everything I am doing now and how proud of me she would be. I wanted to write about the ache of missing her and how sad I feel that she never got to meet the mister but when I started to write, I started to cry and today I don't want to cry. I want to remember her life with a smile on my face for all that I learned from this remarkable woman.
Oh bother...where did I leave the tissue?
