I know I’ve been blessed,
in the one who I call Mom.
But as I’ve gotten older, I find it to be ever more true.
She has always been one I can count on,
even when the rest of the world has gone mad.
Her smile is my comfort,
her hurt is mine.
The many memories I have with her
go back to Prims in Corvallis,
baking in the kitchen or teaching me during homeschool days.
Walking the Butte as a kid, and the dog park as an adult.
Her faithful prayers as she rubs my head as I’m once again
crying about the pain that won’t go away.
Singing non-sensical songs whenever we can.
Talking over the novels we’ve read.
Her optimistic view of life rubbed off on me
and how thankful I am that it did.
I look first for the good in people.
I find it a compliment to be told I’m like her.
To share a middle name with her,
is an added blessing I’m so glad to have.
So while I have to leave today,
and drive the few hours to my new home –
I’ll be praising Him who thought to bless me
with the special woman I call Mom.
I love you Mom!!!
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