
So, we enjoyed our annual tradition of doing the
Race for the Cure. It was funny! We were walking in the direction of the start of the race, when I talked to my mom on my phone and realized she was just parking and behind us. I stopped the stroller and turned around to meet her. MissL was upset that others were "beating" us. She really wanted to "win". Oh, well... really we did win. We made it to another race! I had a great time chatting with my mom about any and everything for three or four miles, but once I got into the car to go, it hit me just how lucky we are that she is still with us, and healthy and well. It's been over 6 years. What would I do without my mother?