Celebrating Mom
It's Mom's birthday. ๐
While I may feel a little down, I think this time of year also helps. The Christmas decorations, the tree, food smells, family... I look at the Christmas tree (with the lights you put on), watch the birds flock to the bird feeders (with the occassional hungry squirrel shoving his face in the hole), look at the plants in your green house... I don't think there's a day that goes by that I don't think of you and Dad...and I don't think I would want it any other way.
I never thought much about my middle name until you were gone... It wasn't that I didn't like it, but never really thought about it. I've thought a lot more about it now. I've been working on clearning the attic and finding things saved. While you were great at letting go of the clutter (something I need to master), you still saved a few things. Finding the dress you bought and wore on your wedding in Mexico or the tiny sweaters your kids wore gave me chills.
I'm glad I have realized how special a gift you left me in your name. I wish I could tell you in person how honored and proud I am. I know some day I will get my chance. You were an extraordinary woman Mom. Bridge player. Artist. Teacher. Master gardener. Student. Wife. Dancer. Community Volunteer. Advocate. Mom... and more.
Cheers Mom.
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| Ann Randle |

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