My son posted this for me today, for my birthday.
If you can read this without weeping (tears of joy and affirmation) then it’s because you are not me.
Lucky me.
I am alive ~ gloriously alive. And I have a son (two, actually) who understand and appreciate what that means.








And every word is true and from the heart. That is clear. Happy Birthday to one of the most amazing women I know!
Barb
Barb, you are very kind. And I know how amazing you are!