some days call attention to themselves. some days demand a salute.

four years.  i'm marking it here, again; not to remind you, but because time should be recognized, and more importantly, who we become during time should be recognized. 

i am not the same since four years.  these have been wilderness years, and while i can't see how far the sand stretches, i am ready to celebrate my losses.  i am ready to dance for being different. 

we are always learning better to let go.  loss is a possibility, an opportunity, a gift. 

isn't it lovely to live?  aren't we each the luckiest, given a whole heart of our own?

here's a picture of mom on four years: