You taught me everything I need to know to make picnics fit for Kings and Queens and that a blanket spread is a feast prepared even if it was of simple fare, love added all the richness needed.
You showed a listening ear is always the best gift, especially to the least of these laden low with heavy burdens.
You lived “home is where the heart is” and investing ones life in the small and mundane yields returns beyond measure.
You taught grey hair worn white is a crown of glory and nothing a woman need be ashamed of.
You said there’s always room at the table for one more mouth and entertaining strangers may be really feeding angels unaware and doing all this to the least of these is as doing it unto Jesus.
You gave me the thrill of broken earth dew soaked beneath my toes and Tennyson and Dickens late into the night. And when all else fails, a bowl of homemade ice cream topped high with hot fudge goodness or strawberry shortcake after a long day of berry picking will cure all that ails you.
You showed me work could be play and being a team makes heavy loads light. And in those moments when all around seemed to crumble, you were there showing strength comes not in standing but in getting down low on knees.
And so today whether you realize it or not, so much of who I am and who your grandchildren will be is all because of the love poured out day in and day out when knees were bloodied from daily battle and you kept right on charging ahead and caring for us in spite of or because of.
And for that I say thank you mom. Well done! Well played! Well lived!
I know I have big shoes to fill…
But somehow I think you’ve given me everything I need (with an overflowing portion of grace from above.)