April Showers.

Apparently April is the month that brings showers.

Mine happen to be within my eyes.

May flowers best be on their way.

April stole three of the most important women in my life.

Two of which were taken within two weeks of each other.

My mother was tough, but fair.

All that she threw down was deserved, even if perhaps, not the way she delivered it.

The same goes for my Aunt and Grandmother.

That said, my Grandmother delivered her teachings in Mariboo heels, a silk robe, and served it with rye toast and fresh squeezed orange juice on A1A.

My Mom?

Her education came with a menthol 120, in cashmere, and a casual addition of NY attitude.

My Aunt?

In Chanel, with her signature shade of platinum blonde, and a side of gossip.

So while April has brought its fair share of showers, I look to May to see those flowers.

Lord knows there has been enough rain to finally see growth and beauty, and to allow all of that sage advice to be revealed in the garden of people that is left.

Those seeds to blossom and grow.

I am here for it, for them, and for the future.

That garden?

More like the makings of a forest.

One that is ready to bloom, flourish, and take over, and I am here for it, for them, and ready to show off their hard work, and prove my ears were not deaf to their advice..

I thank them all.

I want to thank and love them for their wisdom, their beauty, and everything in between; for that is why I am who I am; and will continue to do the same for the next generation.

So giddy up kids, there's more to learn and I just got the baton.

Xoxo,

C.