The passing of Luther Vandross has me sitting here

listening to amazing music and thinking about the things that I cherish in life.

My family....first and foremost are my most precious gifts from GOD.

Music,,,,,,I have always loved music,,,,,all styles, all different artists, and my children have grown up in a home that is always filled with music.

Books,,,,,,books are one of the most precious fabrics in this quilt of life, and it got me thinking about a saying I have on my fridge and wanted to share it here:

The Reading Mother

I had a Mother who read to meSagas of pirates who scoured the sea,Cutlasses clenched in their yellow teeth,"Blackbirds" stowed in the hold beneath.
I had a Mother who read me laysOf ancient and gallant and golden days;Stories of Marmion and Ivanhoe,Which every boy has a right to know.
I had a Mother who read me talesOf Gelert the hound of the hills of Wales,True to his trust till his tragic death,Faithfulness blent with his final breath.
I had a Mother who read me the thingsThat wholesome life to the boy heart brings --Stories that stir with an upward touch,Oh, that each mother of boys were such!
You may have tangible wealth untold;Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.Richer than I you can never be --I had a Mother who read to me.
~Strickland Gillilan

and the list will go on [just not right now, as I need to finish this delicious Margarita I'm drinking, close up the house, take a bath and pick up from my night stand the latest book I'm reading]

So stay tuned....