She grew up in the country, lived in many different places and traveled throughout the world. She was a talented musician and artist; she played piano at a nursing home on Wednesdays, and her church organ the day she died. She made the best potato salad ever.
But mostly she was a mom to four of her own kids and scores of others – friends of ours that felt welcome in our home, sat at our dinner table, laughed and played with our family.
Home is where your mom is, and these days she’s everywhere.
Happy Mother’s Day mom. I know you’re planting your favorite purple petunias today, the ones that smell so good in the evening when you sit out on the deck.
Love you always.