today is always a tough day for me.
read more about why here.
my mom was not perfect,
and our relationship wasn't either.
but my mom was beautiful-
glamorous and sophisticated-
and I borrowed her clothes, even in middle school.
I still wear clothes of hers,
and without fail, they always garner compliments.
my mom was fun-
singing and dancing while we cleaned
or decorated the house for Christmas,
she brought black and white cookies when she picked
my friends and I up from school
and sang in operatic voice to the Beatles on the radio.
my mom was kind-
I remember coming home distraught in first or second grade,
when everyone had picked a best friend in class
and marked each other with a colored marker,
and noone picked me.
my mom got the magic markers immediately,
let me pick the color
and marked me on the spot.
my mom was polite-
it sounds stuffy, but it's not.
my mom taught me that good manners exist to make people feel
cared about, thought about.
that thank you notes are important,
that honoring commitments says something about your integrity.
my mom knew and loved and trusted Jesus-
I'm so grateful I got to see that.
I'm so grateful I can be confident in that.
I so wish we could talk about it now.
i miss her, and today's a tough day.