And some people, I have been given no choice but to love forever.
Roots
I’m sitting here watching my mom greet at church and I can only hope that I may one day embody the joy and love she has for people. She is so full of life and acceptance. She makes me proud to be hers.
I also sit here wearing my Dad’s socks. Kind of strange, kind of gross I guess, but I can’t help but put more miles in these socks in the hope that it will feel like he’s still here. I wish he could see me. I wish he could see her. No doubt he would hope I took after her, like people are starting to say I do. And that’s okay with me.
I’ll put her smile on my face and his socks on my feet and go through the world knowing I could not have been blessed with a better life or better roots.








