Flower Girl

Some days I miss my Mom. This time of year her gardenia bushes would begin to bloom. One day I was at her house and she said she wanted to be a flower girl. The older I get the more I appreciate her as a Mom.
 

I'm tired of being an adult. If I haven't learned, created, accomplished, or improved something by now then I accept that I'm the best adult I'll be. I have made a life as a responsible adult. My intention to leave things a little better than I found them is set. I'm ready to accept myself just as I am and give up being "better."

I want to live like a mermaid gliding smoothly through life appreciating the magic of ordinary things. I am living a simple, quiet life swimming no further than my own little cove.  I probably will not become a mermaid but, I can live a bit like a mermaid. And I do like eating fish.