While laughing with my children at the dinner table last night, I saw in the soft lines of their faces, their mother’s eyes smiling back at me. As they have grown older and their childish features have faded, the bridge of their noses and gentle brows have matured to resemble Carol’s classic Italian characteristics. The sparkle of their eyes and belly roll laughter brought her home to our table for just a flash of familiarity that settled on my soul like a soft snow at midnight.
Until next time, dear, sleep well.
God bless you, OneLife Warriors…keep running and I’ll see you tomorrow.