I guess there is no love like a Mother's - of course, Daddy love is different and just as important but Mother's and Daughter's are special in their own way. Sometimes we love so intense and then we get on each other's nerves too! My Mother has always treasured me (sometime's I'm not sure why) but she has. As we drove to her house on Sunday - late of course - she was still there in the kitchen with her apron on and holding out open arms. The first thing my Daddy said was your Mother has been working for four days straight. No matter how many times we go home the house has to be spotless, the dining room table set for a feast, and little presents for all. And this year we also had my cousin who is finally back in the family. Only after we were all seated and served could we convince her to get her plate and sit down and eat. We had a wonderful meal as always, HUGE filet's, sweet potatoes, white potatoes, corn on the cob, 2 different salads with homemade blue cheese dressing, & french bread. Iced tea with fresh lemons - my favorite! Then the desert - her famous pound cake with strawberries or peaches and ice cream. All I will say is Kenny crawled to the living room couch and promptly fell asleep!! We finally got her to open her cards and little presents. We did get around to cleaning up the table (she let Karen and I help a little bit) then the girls all moved to the kitchen table to talk. This 82 year old amazing woman never stops! Of course, we would have taken her out to dinner but because it's hard for Daddy she would not hear of it. And we do enjoy those home meals. Karen left about midnight, Kenny, Daddy and Tatiana went to bed and Mother and I and Matilda spent a little time together which is always special. To tell the truth about 2 am we stood at the kitchen counter and ate chips and perminto cheese!!!! Now that is Mother/Daughter time and we giggled. The next morning she went to a retired teacher's brunch before I got up and Daddy and Kenny went to Cracker Barrel for Breakfast so I got to sleep (heaven)! Then Kenny, Mother and I went to Greer - I have to eat lunch at the Clock! We were all on different schedules by now! We parked on main street and I took a few photos. I spotted this bench and told Kenny I needed a model of an Old Man feeding the pigeons that I want to paint. Mother had bought him this hat and I got him to put it on and "pretend" to feed pigeons! My Mother laughed so hard I thought she would pee her pants. It was kinda funny and then this man started walking up the street looking at Kenny like he was crazy! Now, I promised NOT to put his picture on the internet so you will just have to wait for the painting.
There are some things I will do for my husband. Mother said that was the best mother's day present - laughing at us so hard! We got back to spend some time with Daddy and he and went to the "barn" and he gave me tomato plants, cucumber and squash plants. I was going to help him plant but it was so windy he could not get out in it. He gets so tired but I hope he can get a few planted. Before we left to come back of COURSE, she wanted to fix dinner. So here we go again - Blackened Salmon, potatoes, corn on the cob, salad, green beans and rolls!!!! Then she packed up food for us and sent us on our way! And what is it about sitting at your Mother's table (with a white tablecloth and napkins, crystal glasses and the good china! And I love this - she says Claiborne if you are going to sit with your legs crossed put a towel on my chair! - Boy, does she ever know me - It's home - it's Momma and I thank God for mine everyday. I have never known this kind of love in my life and I'm sure I never will again. It should be and I pray that is that way for every daughter.
The Best of My Day: My Mother's Love
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A sweet tribute. But I have to say, I'm rather sorry you promised not to post that photo of Uncle Kenny....
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