#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller

A Perfect Day to Write

It’s raining, and I’m all rested up from a very relaxing (okay, vegetative) weekend.  I read, I slept, I made artist trading cards, and I feel restored.

Saturday was June 11, usually a difficult day for me, because it’s the anniversary of my dad’s death.  I was fully prepared to be sad–until something my first cousin and all-around right-hand woman, Mary Ann, said.  It was simple enough–Dad wouldn’t want me to focus on one day out of the 81 years’ worth he actually lived.  So I decided I’d be happy instead, and grateful for the wonderful father I’d been blessed with, and do something to honor him.  Since he loved flowers, it made sense to plant something.

I bought beautiful lilies, perennials, two yellow and one bright, tiger-lily orange.  I say bought–I still need to actually plant them.  :)  I’m deciding whether to put them in a flowerbed or a lovely pot.  Whatever I decide, I feel better for having done something positive in my dad’s memory, however small.

Today is my nephew Mike Lael’s birthday.  Have a happy one, Mikey–you know I love you.  :)

That’s the news for today.

Tomorrow belongs to itself.  :)

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