Rainy mornings are for coffee and reading and writing and texting your mom. That is this morning, for me.
My mom. How do I tell you about my mom? It would take all the words in my vocabulary and that still wouldn’t cover it. In a word, she is spectacular!
Witty and sharp, she is a force. A verb. I’m so unbelievably grateful to know her, to love her, to be loved by her.
Call your mothers!