Bear with me. This is a stream of consciousness article.
With Mother’s Day just this past Sunday, the females in my family are on my mind. Specifically, these four females:
My mom is 89. I’m 67. My daughter is 43. My oldest granddaughter is 25.
Why did I choose just these four females, when I have three younger granddaughters (and two grandsons), a sister-in-law, and two daughters-in law whom I love dearly?
Because my oldest granddaughter will have a baby boy in June, and this gives us five generations. That is amazing to me. Five generations alive at the same time. This is a simple, but joyous, thing that I’m thankful for and it brings a bit of love, hope, and happiness to my usual state of cynical hopelessness for humankind. With the weight of so many ‘unjoyous’ things in the media these days, I’m grabbing every bit of joy I can find and holding onto it with both hands.
I will leave you with the greatest love song ever written (you’ll never convince me otherwise) as a tribute to the love one man has for his wife. I’m sharing it, because the song, and the artist who wrote and sang it, bring me great joy.
Also, the song epitomizes the many reasons I write romances.
My Woman, My Woman, My Wife by Marty Robbins
https://youtu.be/1ZpJsLHM9so
Until next time,
Kaye Spencer
writing through history one romance upon a time
