With most things in my life I’m pretty good at doing them to my best and my utmost. For once I have lapsed in that ability in making treks back to my hometown of Orange, TX this year to visit my mom. I’ve not made a single one in the past 9 months. I’ve talked to her normally at least once every week to two weeks, but a voice is no proper replacement for seeing a smile or giving a long-armed hug to the person that gave you life.
This weekend that will be rectified as I visit for my mother’s birthday.
It is a 6 hour hike each way, but I make the trip with love in my heart and a great respect for the fact that my mother is still around to visit. As I’ve grown older, I’m come to appreciate that fact with every year that passes by so I DARE not take it for granted.
Love ya, mom. See you (and a place where the sky stands clear and tall at night) soon!