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" I miss Nanny."  That's what my daughter said a few minutes ago when we were talking about my mom and her nana.  She just knows she's in heaven and in our hearts, always.  My daughter has even said to me that she wishes nanny was alive.  Me too kid.

 It sucks so bad.  I miss my mom so much, it stings.  A few saviors for me have been: being busy with our new home, being busy with my young daughter, being busy with work and the logistics that need to happen when it comes to driving my kid to school, my husband picking her up or me, and right now, my dad watching her on Fridays, basically 9-5pm.  It's a long day for everyone.  The busy Christmas season just ended ( thank God) and it's a new year.  I have to keep moving forward because it's my only savior.  

 Other more recent saviors: my best friends wedding stuff , ( less then four months to go)!!  keeping up with exercise and trying to stay as healthy as I can, planning my daughter's 5th birthday party which is less then two months away. (!!!) crazy!  And good music helps, cooking, baking and writing.  Baking keeps me sane.

 So yeah, I'm busy and I love it and everything combined is all surely helping.  But not a day goes by that I don't think about my mom.  I hope she's having a glass of wine with some creme brulee, her favorite dessert. Surprisingly, she was never a chocolate fan!  Today is my mom's birthday.  She would have been 68 years old. 

 Happy Birthday, mom.  Love you.


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