This is lovely Julie. I am a cryer — at songs, at beauty, at hugs from family — and it used to embarrass me. Now I know it is just a reflection of my humanity.
It’s amazing how seemingly mundane moments are elevated to soul-pricking and tear-inducing experiences. Such is the power of beauty (California drives), music (Kenny Rogers and Lionel Ritchie), love (for our mothers), and perhaps a dash of the Divine (who creates distinct instances to grab our attention, impact our souls, and remind us of our humanity). Thank you for sharing.
Ditto to what others have said: you have written beautifully about your love of your mom, family, songs, singing, road trips, and California.
I used to drive my 88 year old dad to Half Moon Bay for 3 reasons: the wide swatches of green and blue worked for his eyes with macular degeneration, it was a time to listen to country music (his favorite), and the car gave us memories and intimacy of the roads we traveled together and apart.
Thank you for bringing these memories back to me this morning. My dad has been gone 8 years and I love him so.
I'm so glad we have half moon Bay in common, so sorry you've lost your dad, and of course this reminds you of him and I'm so glad it was a positive reminder for you.
So much love to your beautiful mom.
Thank you, Linda. She is beautiful. More than ever I think!
This is lovely Julie. I am a cryer — at songs, at beauty, at hugs from family — and it used to embarrass me. Now I know it is just a reflection of my humanity.
100%. And if you're like me, it just becomes more so with age, and maybe with the implicit permission from ourselves that we can just be ourselves.
It’s amazing how seemingly mundane moments are elevated to soul-pricking and tear-inducing experiences. Such is the power of beauty (California drives), music (Kenny Rogers and Lionel Ritchie), love (for our mothers), and perhaps a dash of the Divine (who creates distinct instances to grab our attention, impact our souls, and remind us of our humanity). Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for knitting all of that together
Ditto to what others have said: you have written beautifully about your love of your mom, family, songs, singing, road trips, and California.
I used to drive my 88 year old dad to Half Moon Bay for 3 reasons: the wide swatches of green and blue worked for his eyes with macular degeneration, it was a time to listen to country music (his favorite), and the car gave us memories and intimacy of the roads we traveled together and apart.
Thank you for bringing these memories back to me this morning. My dad has been gone 8 years and I love him so.
I'm so glad we have half moon Bay in common, so sorry you've lost your dad, and of course this reminds you of him and I'm so glad it was a positive reminder for you.
It really is the little things that are so important.
I can just feel your and Jeannie’s spirit as I read this, a message of such love.