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My Darling (Unfurling)


Today I celebrate a woman that is my everything.

She is joy, childlike wonder, talent, song, wit, oddity, beauty, and charm in one hot little Mama.

JANET LEE DARLING

She has undergone some of life's hardest lessons and emerged from them BETTER and STRONGER.

Had I the option of Mom selection, I would have still chosen her. She is

LIGHT.

She tells me often that I am her joy and today I let her know that much of what I love about who I am I learned from her. I sing because she was the music and inspired me to do so. I write because she taught me the words and how to communicate.

She is one of the best blessings in my life: as a Mom, a friend, a teacher, and a person who taught me DO NOT QUIT, love yourself, be as odd as you want, LIVE, LOVE, and sing while you are doing it.

I love her more than singing with Sandi Patty, hanging out with my beloved "Friends", singing any song, writing, sleeping, Dr. Pepper, Harry Potter, and showering all combined.

She is my one true thing,
my kindred spirit,
my darling.

Happy Birthday, you just keep getting cuter and better JLD!

My all,
Dustin

I looked for a perfect butterfly picture as that is a symbol my Mom loves and one that has been a subject in her past writings. I stumbled upon this painting called "Unfurling" and I adored what the artist accomplished and wrote about the painting. Here is the quote from her blog:

"Like a strange blossom, or a butterfly emerging from its cocoon with crumpled and still-damp wings; she stretches out her tendrils. Uncoiling, unfolding, unfurling so slowly you might not notice it. She shakes her filaments, and reaches to the firmaments.

She tilts her head up. She closes her eyes. She feels the pulse within her: no ends, no beginnings."

http://shadowscapes-stephanielaw.blogspot.com/2009/05/unfurling.html (I think she is quite a talent.)

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