What do I remember?
Warm hugs and cuddles.
Clean clothes, clean sheets, clean house.
And wonderful, many-times-a-day food.
Stories.
A superwoman who could leap tall buildings at a single
bound. Or at least scale mighty towers to rescue an erring two-year-old
daughter.
And also pull that same daughter from the slavering jaws of
death dressed up as a Holstein cow who mistook said tot for something . . .
threatening.
A midnight sewer. Because there simply wasn’t time to make
her six children’s clothes in the light of day.
A gardener extraordinaire. And canner and preserve-er,
ditto.
A woman who treasured the written word.
Pie-maker unequaled.
An extra hand in the corrals and at round-ups, despite all
her other duties.
A game board enthusiast. Whose record for ‘Battleship’ still
hasn’t been beat.
A holidaymaker and sewer of costumes.
A woman firm in her beliefs who would, with her hand tight in her
husband’s, lead her family along the path of faith.
A person who laughed easily.
And encouraged constantly.
And who gave up a university education and a promising career as a baseball player to stay home and 'help out'.
Nurse. 5-star chef. Writer. Athlete. Wisewoman. Cheerleader. Math coach. rancher. Gardener. Teacher. Story-teller. Cuddler.
Mom went home 18 years ago today.
She was the light in my life.
She will be my light forever.
