Dear Mom

Dear mom, I still remember the warm breeze that gently blew on my face as we hung the clean laundry out to dry so many, many times. You would whistle "Red River Valley" or "You Are My Sunshine" which gave me a feeling of comfort and contentment I can't explain.  You were so patient with my little hands grasping the clothes pins and handing them to you and then as I got older, you made sure to instruct me so they didn't get too much of the clothes in them and cause dirt on the ends. Such endless, precious memories. 💙

We would finish up and go in for lunch and talk, then do some more housework, and take the fresh smelling clothes off the line. I loved rubbing my face in the towels and quilts to smell the crisp air fragrance on them. We folded them as we took them down as a time-saver and to this day, I'm still that way. You taught me. Your afternoon cup of coffee was a time I looked forward to as well, cause you gave me windmill cookies to dunk in your coffee and I felt quite grown-up having a little coffee on my cookie. 😊

Well, here it is 15 years since you left this earth for heaven and the days go by but it gets sweeter cause I know I'm going to see you again. Such a wonderful thought but I'm not going to rush this time here as you told me not to come there too soon. Writing my feelings about you just seems to bring me a little closer to you again and reminds me of how you loved my writing and poems. Hope you can see this blog, Mom, and smile a little on me. I can see it in my mind. Love and miss you...💓