My mom saw hearts everywhere she went. It was kind of her thing. I remember being in Israel with my family listening to the tour guide tell us something important (obviously not that important because I don't remember what she was talking about) when I looked over to see my mom crouched on the ground trying to get the perfect picture of the "heart" on the sidewalk.
I'm pretty sure it was someone's old gum - but that was just the kind of person she was. Always finding the good in even the ugliest situations. I think that's why she loved finding hearts so much. They were little reminders that no matter how terrible things seemed, the world would always have love.
This "heart spotting" became sort of contagious, and soon other family members and friends were seeing them too. In old tree stumps, in clouds, in rocks they found on the beach- they were everywhere. You just had to know how to look. Being my mom's daughter, I was trained well in the art of heart spotting. So when I came home a few weeks ago to a pile of candy canes, the first thing I saw was this heart.
I started to cry because my first instinct was to take a picture and send it to her. This has happened a lot lately. But every time it does, I tell myself that these hearts are a good thing. They serve as little reminders that even though every day that passes takes me further away from her, she is never really gone. She will always be in my heart, right where she is supposed to be -and I know she wouldn't have it any other way. So this cake is dedicated to all the hearts my mom and I saw together, and to all the hearts that I will go on to see without her.