Mothers of daughters are daughters of mothers and have remained so, in circles joined to circles, since time began.“
It’s my daughter’s birthday today—and it’s a milestone one. We are traveling to spend the day with her, to celebrate both her special day and my son’s birthday which was last week (convenient that they both live in the same city).
I can’t help but think about the day forty (!) years ago when she was born. More than that, I can’t help but look ahead, with gratitude.
Happy Birthday, Laurinda. I’m so proud of you. You’re going to rock forty—and beyond. I love you.