every September 15 i knew that a yummy apple pie would be made to celebrate my dad’s b-day. this was his favourite, and he always made sure to tell my mom that hers was the best apple pie ever!  dad, i know that the one i made today wasn’t nearly as good as mom’s  but as the baking aroma filled the house i thought of you & wished you could be at my table so i could serve you a piece. miss you & love you,

your  j-bird

 

~you were loved because God loves, period. God loved you, & everyone, not because you believed in certain things, but because you were a mess, & lonely & His or Her child. God loved you no matter how crazy you felt on the inside, no matter what a fake you were; even in your current condition, even before coffee. God loves you crazily….~ anne lamott