Moving on

I can never accuse Mia of being humdrum. Wednesday was her 64th birthday. Although I still think of her as 36, my age, she grows older every year. It was a bitter sweet day on her birthday. It was a matter of actually having made it almost 6 months without my father, but that was 6 months without him.
She began the day with a sunrise snow angel. I have to hand it to her, she knows how to live and love.