New Project?

A day or two ago, one of my dear coworkers Cindy was sharing how she texted her son at the time of his birth on his birthday. She told him how his birth was one of the best things to ever happen to her. It was such a wonderful and beautiful example of the bond between a mother and son. Of course, watching her face light up as she shared it was a true delight. 

It got me thinking about my own relationship with my mom and the amazing bond we shared. I started thinking about all the times in the past seven years that I wished I could call her or text her. These thoughts stayed with me all through the day and long into the night. I need to do something with them - I need to let them out - I need to share them. But what and how to do that I am not sure yet. Is it a blog, a journal, or a book? All I know right now is that I need to start jotting them down. I can organize them later.