My mom's favorite flower is gracing my doorway with its lovely aroma. Add popcorn with real butter and sewing to the day and it's a triple hitter of memories of Mom.
Now I see her quiet strength and adore her more. But she's gone. I was too busy loving, living, surviving, and conquering my daily life to sit quietly and soak her being in. And she let me. I missed out.
I breathe deep the lilac's scent and think of you Mom. Smiling.
Bless and be blessed,
Bobbie
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