House of Dreams

Today is Mother's Day. Universally. Both in Australia and the rest of the globe. Including here in Amsterdam. 

And as I enter these words on my keyboard, there is a disconcerting but welcome silence from the tapping. Instead, high fidelity sound floods my senses. My new Rose Gold (these are important details of course) Bose QC35 II wireless headset is a technologically advanced piece of engineering, bringing me magical, crystal sounds of classical music. A cello is playing, and I can hear the breathing of the musician. The air shifting as the conductor moves his baton, holding off the rest of the orchestra while the solo takes flight. It really is that magical. A present for Mother's Day. I couldn't have wished for a better purchase. And while the joy of the sound fills me with joy, the absence of Thomas cannot be filled. My second Mother's Day without him. 

He sent a bouquet of flowers filling our lounge with colour and the smell of lillies and wild flowers. And a sweet card that brought tears. Words from a 20 year thoughtfully pulled together with love. I am blessed that my sweet Tommy remembers and sent love, without prompting. Every mother's hope on this day from a young man who is yet still a child in my eyes and my heart.