On my last day of yoga teacher training, my daughter and I had a short and sweet conversation I will never forget. It went a little something like this:
Emma: Mommy, where are you going?
Me: To my yoga class. It’s my last day.
Emma: Then it will be your birthday!
Me: No, my birthday was last week. But it is graduation day.
Emma: So, you have one more yoga class. Then you will have graduation. Then you will have your second birthday!
Me: You are so right, Emma!
Emma: Good job, Mommy!
Sign that makes you go, hmmm…..
Short and Sweet Saturday
Today is 12/13/14. Apparently, there will not be a sequential date like this again until 2103.
Today, my mother informed me, is also the 100th anniversary of her mother’s birth. I never met her. She sadly took her own life when my mother was 13. It is a story that hurts my heart every time I think about it, but the woman my mother became is pretty wonderful. My mom wishes that we had known her mom. The way I figure it, we really kind of do, because we know her by the amazing daughter she raised.
You can read more about 12/13/14 here.
Had to leave my house just to get some rest, if that makes any sense. No yoga. Bad girl. Just my chai and all of my Starbucks ‘friends’. It’s loud in here. The speaker right above my head hasn’t played a good song yet. The guys in the corner have taken over the place. The A/C is working over time. Brrrr!
Somehow I feel rested. Go figure.