i was not the little girl who grew up knowing i'd one day be a mother.
i was not the little girl who imagined my own little girl.
but this remarkable thing happened. after gradation i spent some time taking care of some wee ones, and as i read them stories i heard my mother's voice in my own.
i am not afraid of motherhood.
i am not afraid to be a mother.
i with great patience and anticipation await the day.
i have every confidence that i will meet that holy phase of my life with surprising resiliency.
because i had the most remarkable of mothers. because she created the way. gifted me a road-map. instilled within me all i will ever need to know.
and for that, along with countless other things, i bow down to her today. i give her thanks. and wish her the happiest of mother's days.
i love you, mom.
(ps: remember that time in third grade i made you a mother's day book in school and on the front cover i glued your head on princess diana's body? it was that i thought you'd look really great in that blue dress she had on).
when i graduated from college i never expected that i'd begin a blog. (secret? sometimes i still cringe at the word: blog. it's such an odd word, isn't it?). but here i am. here we are. nearly three years later (nearly, not quite). and i have a blog. and i am a blogger. and the thing is...i love it. unabashedly, i love it.
and i've learned so much. and i'm still just beginning. the story is new but long.
i couldn't have done it without all of you. you who read this thing and send me lovely words of encouragement. you who know just what a girl needs to hear and just when she needs to hear it.
so, thank you.
truly, deeply i offer up my thanks. for reading and responding and lurking and following and filling my story with wonder.
tonight at midnight i will randomly choose one follower to receive a little handmade piece of goodness by mail. if i could send one to each person out there i would, please know that. but money is little and time is short and let's be honest...i'm no oprah. so. there you have it.
my humble gratitude is yours. do with it what you will.
here's to the rest of the story,