That’s really not a question; it’s more a declaration.
Moms are wonderful; they are usually patient, understanding, clairvoyant; occasionally quirky, dorky, over-protective, demanding, controlling; always undeniable in love with the miracle and person behind that little blessing they conceived and carried for nine months or perhaps adopted at nine months. There is no one, no one, more willing to stand between harm and their child than a mother; dads do run a close second.
Okay, that was me being a mom, in case that wasn’t terribly obvious. My kids will vouch for me. My mom was all that and then some, too; the apple rarely falls far from the tree. My mom is no longer of this earth. The end of her life has not diminished her gift of my life; in fact losing my mother a little over a decade ago has heightened my appreciation of just how precious the gift of my life, the gift of my children’s lives and my grandchildren’s lives.
I’ll miss my mom on Sunday. I miss my mom most days when I’m not up to my neck in kids and grandkids (and travel; this is a travel blog, after all). Sunday will be a day to count my blessings.
Today, you can count on some Fun Fotos. Sunday, you’re on your own.