i started this post with good morning, i love you. then the day went wild, i never finished it, and now i say, good night, sweet dreams.

my son asked about my mom today: who's belly was i in?...
i told him gramma angie. you didn't get to meet her.
why i didn't get to meet her?
she died before you were born.

we went back and forth about life and death and illness... cancer, specifically. it was really beautiful...; i am amazed by his sweet thought processes. he's so young...
we ended on how i see her in hawks and eagles... birds of prey... she loved to fly.. probably her favorite thing. followed by her love of gardening.. she had an out of this world flower garden.

we went out to our garden to plant the last seedlings and move some hoses around before our weekend road trip. right at the entrance was an owl's feather. "gramma angie!"

... i think as of today all feathers to him will be my mom... pretty special...