a co-worker inquired this morning.
Along with my black corduroy jacket, purple lace cami and one of my favorite necklaces, I also included a crude, popsicle stick flower pin.
A pin that I have cherished, since my back-then 9 year-old daughter, Anna, made it and presented it to me on Mother’s Day.
Now fast forward to the present and Anna has grown into a 19 year-old, who is quite often cranky, mouthy, and a complete know-it-all, who during these times...I have difficulty even liking.
So I included it in my "flair" today (especially), front and center, as a warm and fuzzy reminder of those occasions when she outwardly loved me, which made it so much easier to love her back.
often i am thisclose to a heart attack
