Mary Hamilton
45 years ago, I was sleeping in on my first day home from my junior year of college. I heard my dad and younger brothers in the kitchen having breakfast and getting ready for work and school. I thought about getting up to see Dad, having only seen him a few minutes when I got in the night before. But it felt good to be in my own bed with no reason to have to get up. I snuggled in and went back to sleep. Later that day...
Though Mom's been gone for several years, I miss her more now than ever. Maybe because I'm the age she was when I was a young adult pursuing my dreams without much thought for anyone else. So many times, I stop and think of what she was going through at my current age.
With the first of my children getting married in a few days, I’m having a hard time thinking of anything worth writing a blog about. So I thought I’d share with you what keeps running through my mind as the wedding approaches. Enjoy this melody and scene from Fiddler On The Roof:
