Today is the final day of my annual “Sixty Days of Celebrating Cecilia.” As I reflect on the last sixty days of my mom’s life, it is more important to remember the 28,766 days she lived.
Do I celebrate with a pork chop or a steak tonight? A gin martini or a whiskey sour? A cannoli or a piece of pie?
I think I’ll simply stop by The Polar Bear and get an ice cream cone after work.
I put a smile on the sun this morning. It’s going to be a beautiful day to be astonished.
