It is always in the depth of night, that hand that gently touches to wake you from your sleep, that restless voice that urges, whispers of massive change ahead.. that tells you you must ready yourself for the new life that waits around a simple curve in the road but that what waits in the dawn will be more magnificent in its innocent beauty than any tear that could fall with regret. Remembering tonight that the freedom found in every first step out into the world is the same as a child’s first step ever taken without a mother’s hand to steady.
Barbara, November 6, 2017
Both of my children are traveling this next year.. I will carry them in my heart.