This was my gift from my first grandchild this past Mother’s Day. This photo is the lid from a candle that my granddaughter drew on for me. (She was 18 months old at the time) Underneath her artwork it says “Best Grandma”.
“I am leaving my energy here,” as I held firmly onto the door handles. “I am leaving my energy here,” with my palms pressed passionately against the window. Every Broadway Theatre I approached, those words I spoke out loud. That was my solemn vow, my love language, my grateful knowing. Then with quiet and soulful…