Today would have been my Mom’s 52nd birthday. I feel her presence every day, so I choose to celebrate this day rather than spend it in grief. I know without a doubt she is still with us, if only in spirit, and it brings me a lot of comfort. I lit a candle for her this morning, and Dylan and I sang happy birthday to her as we looked at her picture. He wanted to sing it again, and it made me cry as he sang while looking at her photo. I bet she was smiling from up there hearing her Grandson sing.
I’ve decided that my gift to her will be to start my diet up again. As you may know, I lost a whole bunch of weight last year, but I fell off the wagon when Dylan was diagnosed. I was just too stressed out to focus on myself. I haven’t gained back ALL of the weight, but way more than I should have. I’ve been eager to get back to my good habits again, so I’ve decided to start back today, for my Mom’s birthday. I know that is the best gift to give her, and to my family and myself. So here we go!