April 15.

This date is known for two things.

Taxes, and the sinking of the Titanic.

My Mom wanted in on the action.

Now it is known for three things.

Her death, taxes, AND the Titanic.

My Mom being the most important ofcourse.

Three years ago today, I became an orphan.

It seems crazy.

Because it is.

Three years ago I got that phone call.

Today, I woke up at the exact same time.

Weird?

Fateful?

Maybe.

Either way, I am going to embark on another journey to NYC today, to see the Titanic exhibit in the Big City.

Full disclosure, I only became obsessed with Titanic when Jack and Rose boarded.

HOWEVER, I read everything under the sun I could find about the subject, legit, and well, not so much.

For example, during this time, I also managed to fill a binder with Leo pics I laminiated. (Oprah calls it, multitasking).

So anyways, today, I have commandeered a ship, aka my car, and am headed off on yet another adventure with my kiddos, to honor a woman who was the captain of so many adventures.

A woman who gave not only birth to me,but to my sense of living, life and adventure.

So today in your honor Mom, I am taking your beloved brood, to probably your favorite city, to indulge your favorite child, in one of their favorite interests.

On this third anniversary of your death, I would like to thank you for the gift of wanderlust.

I am taking it to heart.

And trying to pass the gift forward.

Miss you.

Love you.

Thank you.

Xoxo,

C.