A Mother's Day Gift
I think May might just be my favorite month of the year. It is usually jammed solid with activities for the boys as we approach the end of another school year. But our trees here flower in vibrant pinks, purples, and whites and it is truly spectacular to see the hot pink contrasted against a crystal blue sky. I love the way Spring pushes through in May, escorting in warmer weather, brighter colors, and hope. Hope. Hope may be my second favorite word after serendipity. I got to thinking the other day about hope and faith and love. We really are nothing without these three things and all three are available to each and every one of us. My oldest son has only one more year before he will leave for college, starting his own life. I’m not really sure where the time has gone but I've been thinking a lot about what I want to send him off in life with. I don’t have the means to buy him all the things he wi...