Sunday, October 1, 2017

“Mothers of daughters are daughters of mothers and have remained so, in circles joined to circles, since time began.“

~ Signe Hammer

Thirty-eight years ago at this early morning time I was labouring and just hours away from holding the baby I just knew was going to be a girl. I was nineteen-years-old and had no idea about much of anything except that I was already crazy in love with the baby whose birth day it was. The fact that she would be the first human being I ever laid eyes upon who was blood related to me didn’t escape me either.

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Happy Birthday, Laurinda. you understand the deep love I have always had for you always because you have that same kind of love for your own daughter. You brought me such joy as I watched you grow and, let’s be honest, more than a few tears along the way. You are strong, intelligent, and capable. You have walked, with grace, a path you would not have chosen but that you were given nonetheless. You stand today, strong, on the cusp of possibility. I am proud of the woman you are, blessed to call you both daughter and friend.

3 Replies to “Sunday, October 1, 2017”

  1. Beautiful words that are unsaid way to often. Happy Birthday Laurinda.

  2. karenrsanderson says: Reply

    Blessings to you all.

  3. Lovely tribute, Linda.

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