It's Mother's Day, and I hope you are lucky enough to spend it with a mother that you love.
I won't be with them, but my love doesn't burn any less for Mary, Julie and Lynn; it's just a distant flame.
These are the "Moms" in my family, and I've foolishly never said enough--to anybody--about how much I love them.
And their sons and daughters! Every single one of 'em, glowing brighter than a White Night's summer sun; smiling and wonderful and full of humor, intelligence, and strength.
Lucky people get to meet my nieces and nephews.
As for my own tumble through the years, I know that I could have not-so-gently slipped off into places I didn't belong. Forever. It would have been easy to do.
But I didn't, because I'm charmed. I had Mary's, Julie's, and Lynn's love to keep me out of the ditch.
And they weren't even on my highway.
So, to my sweet "Sisters of Mercy"--the "Moms" in my family--I send you a thousand kisses and a thousand and one years of love.
You are some bad a** MOTHERS!
Much love, ladies.
You may not know what you mean to me, but I do.
Happy Mother's Day to the most beautiful girls in the world...
4 comments:
Thank you Johnny! The day you were born was one of the happiest days of my life. And I still believe that, even though you nearly knocked me out with a croquet mallet and gave me a nosebleed while carrying you around to your favorite song (as a toddler), Bridge over the River Kuai-all before the age of 3. Julie, Lynn and I are the lucky ones to have you for a brother.
Oh my. Tears are streaming, you all know that's what I'm all about. Johnny, you're sentimental like your dad. You didn't know him and I don't remember a whole lot, but I do know he had a gentle heart and I remember Uncle Phil saying he loved his kids. Anyway, I used to sleep with you in your pee'd up crib. I don't know if I loved you so dearly or couldn't stand that I was no longer the baby. Remember when we 'watched TV' through the squares of fencing in our front yard on the river? Or should I call you 'Joanie'? Your sistahs used to enjoy putting pretty dresses on you and as I recall, a ribbon in your blond hair...... Oh the memories. I love you............
I could have gone the rest of my life without hearing the "pretty dresses" and "ribbon" stories, but all is forgiven, 'cause it's Mother's Day....
I am so honored to be on the receiving end of your love. From near or far, I will always be on the road with you.Lynn
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