Life
“Life is an open road.” – Evelyn Miljevich
January 13th is my mother’s birthday, and I’ve forgotten how many years old she is. I know she’s alive. I know I love her.
I sent her a card, with all my best. And she’ll read it, and wipe a tear, and say “Oh, my Luke. He’s so rude,” and she’ll remember just for a moment how much I love her, and how much she loves me.
She has a few years on me. And I’m getting to that age where I understand what it all means. Again.
It’s moments like this I’m glad I’m alive.