My mother headed for bed and so I convinced my father to participate in my photo essay…a sippa…a small glass of sherry and here we are. I love you, Dad.
Max and Gramma shared some moments and quite frankly I couldn’t choose which one of these, so I’m including a few. There is such a tender exchange between my mother and babies and my mother and dogs. Tears well up in me when I think of those moments.
It saddens me that I wasn’t able to bring my mother back to Prince Edward Island. Tonight I shared a small bit of PEI sand with her though…it still felt cool to both of us and it still smelled remotely of the ocean. I was touched by the experience. I love my Mom so much.