for mom

My mom was in town the other week (I have the most lovely mom).  One afternoon we rode the New York City tour bus (it was a lovely bus) and heard about all the interesting people that are buried under the city (at least that is all I remember learning).

Mom, if you ever read this blog I miss you terribly and you are my best friend forever.  Thank you for all of our adventure.  I have enjoyed them all, especially the ones where we end up lost in tiny spooky
towns we didn't know existed and driving through miles and miles of desert just to watch the earth change around us. 
I owe you for the way I see things which has been my favorite part of life.