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.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. Beautiful words that are unsaid way to often. Happy Birthday Laurinda.

  2. Blessings to you all.

  3. Lovely tribute, Linda.

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