This past weekend, Mother’s Day, I traveled to Illinois to spend time with a daughter and her family. It’s my first Mother’s Day without Babe. No sadness, a time for celebration for what was, what is, and what will be.
Love finds a way to heal.
Love finds a way to renew.
Love finds a way to rekindle the fire of life.
Love always finds a way through even the darkest of nights.
Love is the beginning, the middle and the new beginnings of all things.
Love Finds a way
Always trust love.
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It was a wonderful weekend full of love!