A day, a day, it's been a day and tonight I couldn't seem to stop leaking tears.
Four women in my house and I made the pizzas and the drinks and we talked about everything. Mothers even.
We did.
And now they're gone and it's cold and even in the house I have a chill and I need to go clean up the dishes and make the dogs go out and go to bed and I swear I am not getting up until I want to; Owen doesn't come until 1:00 in the afternoon and it I want to sleep until ten I swear I will.
Maybe.
Listen- grace comes when you least might expect it.
Grace comes on sweet silent wings.
Grace comes when the bread she is broken.
Grace comes when the street angels sing......
So raise a glass to the sweet silent angels.
Raise a glass to the women who give.
Raise a glass to the heartbroken women.
Raise a glass to the women who live...
In your heart, in your life.
Bless us all.
