Monday, May 15, 2006
Elvis. Shoes. Yellow. Monahans. Life long friends. Bunko. Shopping. Family. Cradle Roll class. Nascar. Caring for broken children. Chicken Noodle Soup, saltine crackers and 7 up. It's Music. Supper Club. Morning talks in the bathroom. Honest answers. Wisdom. Perception. Intuition.
I was a colicky kid (cried non-stop for the first months of my life). A VERY talkative youngster. And a SILENT teen.
And then, to top it all off, I moved across the World to live with four of her grandkids in a foreign land.
And somehow she still manages to love me enough to fly overseas twice, let me live in her home for 6 wks at a time, take over her laundry room, bedrooms , bathroom and hallway and never fails to be thrilled when I call or show up.
You are terrific, Mom. I appreciate your steadfastness and commitment. Your job isn't easy. I understand that more everyday :-)
I'm so glad we were together on Mother's Day. I love you!