Wednesday, April 29, 2015

in the lilacs

"I knew my Mother's presence as a constant in my life for more than fifty years. 
Now that I know her absence in the same way, and I will know it as long as I live. But more important than either knowledge is her place in my heart, which does not change."
~Reeve Lindbergh
Forward From Here

I raised the window as I sat here in the sewing room today, and I breathed deeply. I was hoping to capture a whiff of the newly blooming lilacs just across the driveway from my open window. In the lilacs are the reminders of another year elapsing.

 Remembering is sweet. Remembering is difficult.
I am thankful for my Mother and the changeless place she holds in my heart.