The most beautiful night of my life

Tuesday night was the most beautiful night of my life, as hard as it was to know that Mom was dying and wouldn't be around anymore. Would miss the moment I give birth, get married, start my career and all the little things in between. No more hand squeezes, belly bumps, or conversations about how Egg Beaters ARE real eggs and how if you close your eyes, tofu CAN taste like chicken. But, the reality was there and we decided to be with her through it all.  That night, our last slumber party, was spent playing her favorite music, talking to her and reminiscing, holding her hand and making sure she had absolutley no pain.  I will never forget the way it felt to hug her and stroke her hand. I'd like to say I was ready when she took her last breath yesterday