She’s my family.
And the bravest thing I know.
Sometimes, it really hits me…
I can’t imagine anything better, than being Marmee’s Mom. ❤
I cried for a little tiger kitty this morning. She got hit by a car, out on the busy road where we live.
‘Probably heard a bird across the street, early in the quiet morning, and decided to cross the street.
Like she’d done a hundred times before.
The kitty actually might not have even had a home since we’ve heard that neighbors up the street had been feeding her and giving her a bed under their porch for a while now.
Still, I want to acknowledge her life.
A life that deserved some tears as it passed from the world.
I’ve been kissing my sweet Marmee all day since, so glad she’s here, with us still.
A simple gift of kindness.
‘Seems almost like an old-fashioned concept these days, doesn’t it?
And not just at Christmas time.
But she could have sent it to me anytime of the year and it would have felt just as special.
Because she know what matters to me, what is in my heart.