Today I take a break from the book stuff to honor one of the reasons behind it:
My son.
Sweet little Von never had the chance to meet two of the most incredible women I’ve ever known—the women who inspired this journey and would have been his adoring grandmothers. (Emphasis on adoring.)
Despite the deep sorrow that brings, it also brings me hope. Life goes on, and so do the life lessons we take with us from the exceptional people who cross our paths, past or present.
When my son blows out that one little candle tonight (or rather we do it for him), I’ll be making the following wishes on his behalf.
