My Beautiful Mother (Again)

I could comment on the wallpaper style, the coffee served in china cups and saucers, the ice cream served in slices, the old school box of Crayola crayons on my feeding table–all the things that place this photo in a different era. But today, on a Sunday afternoon, as I sit at my mother’s bedside in a Hospice House, I can’t help but think how lucky I have been to sit beside this beautiful woman and that shy smile for so many years. You’ll never see this post, Mom, but I’ll say it anyway…I love you. Always have and always will.