I lost my mom on Friday. So in honor of her memory, this mother’s day, I’d thought I’d reshare this post. When she read it, because she always read my blog, she said it made her day. I’ll miss you mom.
Today I thought I write about my mom. I know she knows that I love her, but I don’t think she realizes how much of who I am today is because of her.
When my brother and I were kids, we had this mammoth garden. Well, it seemed mammoth at the time, 2 football stadiums long at least. During growing season, every weekend and all summer long, we were supposed to go out and weed a row or two. We also watered the plants bucket by bucket every Monday, Wednesday and Friday evening. Being older and wiser than my brother, I always tried to get my weeding done before 9 am because it was hotter after that. Whereas, my brother was just rolling out of bed at 9 am and grumped about, sometimes never even getting around to weeding his row. Hmm, I wonder who was the smarter one…
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