My mom was the best person I’ve ever known.
When it came to big things like family, spirituality, and morality, she had an incomparable assuredness in her beliefs. As she should have. She was my guiding light—whatever ounce of goodness I have in me came straight from her and in the three months since she passed, I’ve looked to her for inspiration more than ever before.
But what I miss most about her are the little things. How she would hum while doing chores. The smell of coffee on her breath from the mug she would carry around with her all day. The way she would light up at even the smallest success on my part or the part of friends and family. And how she would enjoy her garden, spending hours puttering around, not manicuring the flower beds, but just taking them in.
I don’t really think my mom ever expected all that much out of her garden. It was unruly and unclean, littered with tools and pulled weeds. But she loved it just as it was. All she asked was for the flowers to grow and flourish in whatever way they themselves wanted to, just like all the people’s lives she touched during her own far too short one.
My mom grew such beautiful flowers that on days like today it felt futile giving her a bouquet. And while I really wish I could now, I know she’d want me to plant a garden instead. Someday I will, and I’ll let it grow wild, perfect and unique, just like my mom.
Uruguay. Small country, absolutely ginormous wines/skies/cuts of meat/tins of caviar/amount of peace signs.
@bodegagarzon threatened me with a good time and I complied.
Had zero fun and drank zero insane, delicious, once-in-a-lifetime wines with some absolute legends in Napa this week.
@penfolds@stagsleapwinery@bvwines
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