Sunday, May 10, 2009

Dear Mom,

When the world is dark and scary, you remind me about the red tulip that comes up behind the compost pile.

And I realize,

That there is hope...
In spring.
In life.
In the midst of discouragement.

I hope that you know,

How much...

How very much...

I love you.

I wish I could give you real ones.

I wish I could make you some rooibos tea.
And bake you some apple crisp.
And go on a spring walk. And hang out.
Cause really I just miss you a lot.

1 comment:

darrell and ray-ann said...

You know that talking on the phone to you and getting special blog posts are really just the best gifts ever.
You are my sunshine...