For all that you are,
and ever will be,
I’ll love you forever,
Happy Birthday, Mommy.
My mom was my Nana’s 30th birthday present, three days late. After remembering my Nana’s birthday a few days ago, I couldn’t let today go by without mentioning my mom. (Love you, Mom!) . . .
It’s funny. My blog has often gone differently than I had anticipated. I thought I would zone in only on travel and my experiences abroad. Some of you are far more focused than I. I’ve discovered, though, that my best writing comes from within, and from human experience—which, as we all know, is hard to define, and shifting all of the time . . .
Perhaps my blog isn’t named so badly, after all.