I miss my mom more than I can say today.
I'm noticing now fondly, that I can thank her for my short legs with just a bit of body over the knee.
I can still remember those shorts and terry cloth top she wore to the beach and how she always looked so funny to me there.. .not because of her clothes but because she looked so strange to me without her glasses that she would carefully leave on a towel before going in the water.
I'm thankful that though she left me too early, she raised up for me 4 older brothers. . .3 who are still alive and who might not love me quite as unconditionally as she did. . .
but give me roots and connections now to who she was.
I grew up with a mother who kissed me goodnight . .and who sometimes tenderly crossed the line in taking a chance that I might become proud myself by telling me herself that she was of me.
I'm truly thankful that my Mom knew how to give me the eye of "I see that and you better rapidly change course".
I'm thankful that she loved Jesus enough to make me want to know him too.
I'm thankful she cared enough about looking nice that she sewed me pretty dresses but not so much that I couldn't look like a dork now and then.
She was a much better mother than I ever thought to give her credit for.
She passed away unexpectedly when I was 36.
One day I'll see her again and tell her myself.
all for now. .