As we start this new year 2020, I have been remembering my mom, Norma. My mom was fearless. I remember her wanting to ride in a hot air balloon, so dutiful son that I was, I arranged it for her and her best friend. I’m not sure if her friend really wanted to go up in the balloon, but once mom climbed into the basket, her friend followed.

I think of mom and her balloon ride here at the beginning of 2020, because somehow we all need a little bit of her courage. New adventures await us. Let’s pray that we all have happy landings!