Every once in a while, I find one on my pillow.
Like this.
And this.
I always get a little choked up when I see them. It makes me feel like she is sharing them with me, to bring me comfort. That she is still the mother, still caring for me instead of the other way around. Or at least that is what I choose to believe.
Excuse me waitress, I need another packet of sweet and sad sauce.
2 comments:
Your postings about your Mom are wonderful. I prefer to agree with you; this is your mom's way of caring for you. I don't think moms or dads ever lose that instinct.
Oh girl, I think your right. Now I must go cry.
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