This year, as youngest son Jeff and I mourn the loss of our beloved Mark, Jeff brought me three beautiful bouquets which I arranged in one vase to protect them from the cats. He could have given me a dandelion blossom, slightly crushed and moist from a sweaty little palm, as he did when he was little, and I could not have felt more loved.
Precious memories, indeed.
I can’t end this post without remembering my Mom, as I do most every day. I’m constantly wishing I could share special moment with her. I’m eternally grateful the Lord blessed me with a mother who lovingly soothed my fears and dried my tears. No matter what mistakes I made, she was a non-judgmental, sweet, sweet soul who believed in me and thought I could do anything, even write a book. Thank you, Mama. I miss you dearly.