As you may know, I'm not a mother in the traditional sense. At least not yet. I'm a mother to a furry golden that I adore. However, due to the many wonderful mother's in this world, I don't believe there should only be one day dedicated to these wonderful women we know and love. My mother passed away when I was thirteen years old. She was a strong woman who was the center of our family. While tragic for a young girl, I was blessed with older sisters that were mothers themselves--and today I feel like I've been given a second chance at having a mother because of the mother-in-law my husband brought into my life. In addition, B& I have tremendous friends who have become mothers during the time we've been married and it's been a beautiful process to watch.
This week Fourth Street will be dedicated to mothers I've come to admire both near and far. Hope you enjoy the series as much as I've enjoyed putting it together.
*image via/quote my own.