Peace.

 A webbie blog friend lost her mom a day or so ago.

All I could think about was how my mom wouldn't eat the baby bermuda onion in the Boeuf Bourgignon at Christmas. How for about 20 minutes she behaved more like the kids around the table than the kids - I became terribly grateful.

As Kerry talked about her mom over this last year and allowed us into their relationship my awareness of the unique love between mom and child shifted. We need our moms.

I know that moms are imperfect and beautiful.

I'm thrilled as I can be to be and to have one.

May we all learn to glean what's good in these relationships, and take notice of the gifts.

And accept the peace of love.