Have you ever read a book that really gives you shivers, that you wish you had written yourself, that is soo good you hesitate to turn that last page?
For one more day is such a book for me today. "I saw in her expression that old, unshakeable mountain of concern. And I realised when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know" - wonderful. But then again, I'm lucky to have a mother who I know this is true of. Fantastic sad but hopeful book, and I'm not sure if it means more to me because I am a mother myself or because I am a half-orphan and my mother is so very precious to me and my daughters.
I had to get up very early today (well, early for me that is) and drive in the pouring rain to Ashburton to conduct some Drug and Alcohol training for our delegates. Before I leave on any trip that takes me out of the city I leave a wee note in the kids lunchboxes, and also draw love hearts and a message on the family whiteboard. The mother in "For one more day" also did that for her children - I found it hard to keep back tears during some of this book. I love it when a book can move me so. It is grounding and inspirational, it was a snuggle under the blankets on a cold day. I didn't want it to end.