Just finished kissing my god son goodbye on his way off to college - bittersweet for sure. His mom died of breast cancer in May 2000--he was just 6 years old at the time and his sister (my god daughter) was 10. His mom was my best friend, a friendship that began in our mid-twenties, a once-in-a-lifetime soul sister who I miss every day. So grateful for having had her in my life. Seeing her kids is like getting her back for an hour or two---their smiles and personalities are so much her it's like she's right there in the room...
It's hard to stay in touch across the miles (they live in NJ and their dad is remarried), but worth the effort. I pray I'm holding up my end of the "god parent" deal, and giving them the love, support, and guidance that will keep them healthy, happy, and on the path to what ever makes them happy.
They stayed overnight with us on their way from NJ to the college drop-off, and I tried this recipe last night (back to my summer manifesto). It was a huge success, so give it a try.
Now that the house is quiet, I'm off to the basement studio to create - it's been months (truly) since I've focused on just making something, anything...a little retreat this fall is inspiring me, along with participating in The Chickadee studio session --the spree casts alone are worth the price of admission!