It's All the Little Things

It's all the little things that make you who you are and make the big things possible. I have a mother, she is like no other; not exclusively, but partly because she is mine. She taught me to tie my shoes, paint my nails, give a compliment, and a helping hand. My Mother is like no other... she taught me the fine art of making getting lost on accident, into a purposeful adventure. She lead by example that being treated badly did not give me permission to return the treatment in kind. Because of her I know the delights of a sunset, a rose about to open, the value of a warm hug, and the irresistible draw to the 1950's cinema.

 My Mother, the one that gave me eyes like hers, a quick and teasing wit, the ability to turn a phrase, and the satisfaction of drinking an ice cold glass of milk; I love her with my whole heart. My Mother, there is no other, that gave me life. I thank you because you know and I know that giving me life could have and would have cost you your own; but for the giver of all life. Here we are together all these many years later, older, wiser, funnier, and anxious for what comes next.

A new adventure....a new assignment and task. Hmm we could ask?

But no, we will wait and watch, praise our God, raise our hopes and experience His perfect peace in our perfect place.....living free....living blessed. For all the little things I thank you. For all the big things you have done I honor you. For being you I love you.

Happy 75th Birthday.... this one is going to be one to write about.

My Mother is like no other. I would NOT trade her for another. High, low, deep, wide, far, near.
Have I made myself perfectly clear.........I Love You

Now and for Always
YOUR CHARM