A Love Supreme
As long as I can remember, I’ve been told that I am my mom’s copy. It was always understood that they meant I looked like her (which was the highest compliment) but what I always wished was that my heart was like hers. There is no shortage of people who will regale you with tales of her generosity, big and small kindnesses, and her constant rooting for you.
As she celebrates another trip around the sun, I wish her the the moon and all of the stars.
