Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 48. I generously received cards and unexpected gifts the day before from the small circle of those in my life who count.
I spent the afternoon honoring and paying tribute to my mother. Afterwards, I went out to eat and have dessert!
I had originally written a beautiful post in lovely detail about the wonderful experience of the day that I intended to publish.
However, when I went to copy my notes, they accidentally went to paste and my entire writings got deleted.
I was so pissed off.
Usually if this occasionally happens, I will end up rewriting an accurate version of events only to have my material turn out even better as if energy was enhancing what I write.
I knew what I had written and was going to post yesterday could not be replaced. It was so perfect in the way I expressed, giving respect to my mother on the day I was born and the fantastic interactions that went on during everything that took place.
So, the only thing I could gather was maybe this special moment was not meant to be publicly shared.
Some things are only meant to be kept private. And, I really knew beforehand that maybe this was not for the world’s eyes to view.
I had asked God beforehand should I share this because I do not normally have the desire to broadcast my happy- yet sacred things.
So, I gather it was the Lord’s way of giving me an answer. Those beautiful moments for and dedicated to mom that were also captured in photos that I shared with two close personal trustworthy lifelong friends (who also knew my mom) were meant to stay just between us.
Above and below are snapshots of the fresh flowers and balloons I purchased for my mother yesterday. I always buy her fresh white roses with additional sorted bouquets of flowers.
The roses smelled so clean, pure, and sweet.
Peace, love, purity, and respect always goes out to my mom.❤❤🕊🕊🕊❤❤
