It would have been my mam’s birthday today. I miss her silliness and warmth and wisdom. My life has twisted and turned perhaps more (certainly more sharply) than ever before since she has been gone. I wish she had been there to guide me. I wish I could introduce Heather to her. I wish we could have a silly conversation, and a hug.
I raise a glass of whisky tonight, to the best, to my dwarfy.