Summer Days

It's almost the middle of August and, cheesy moment, it seems as if the summer days are drifting away.

This first part of August makes me think that August wants some type of notoriety like May and June, 'cause it's been pretty flippin' gloomy. I like it and I loath it. My mom always used to call that kind of weather "Heather weather" because I like overcast days. When I lived in London and got to experience the Londoness of the weather I knew immediately what my mom had been talking about.

And while I still love the gloomy weather, there is a part of me that tries to will the clouds to go to give way to a sunny washed life. I think it has to do with the death of my mom. A lot of things died along with her on that day. I don't like dramatic movies anymore. Nor do I like slow songs...... Except for the ones John and I slow dance to. I only watch funny shows on the tv.......

August is also the month that my mom was born.

Don't know where I'm going with this.....

But! I've got an amazing man who makes any type of personal bad dream disappear with the magical touch of a kiss.

I've got a wonderful son, which has further given purpose to my life.

As my mom taught me, family is everything. A positive outlook on life is essential. Above all, simply, love.