Happy Birthday Mom... I know you don't read my blog and aren't on Facebook, but that doesn't really matter...
Guess I just wanted to say I hope it's a better day today than most lately, and let you know that I'm thinking of you today and praying for you....
I wish you were well enough for us to visit- your three grand McMonkeys missed seeing you more than you would know...
Your youngest McMonkey, your youngest son, did too...
We don't do that touchy- feely thing very well, you and I.
I remember about a thousand years ago, when we did...
When I was young and precocious and you couldn't wait for me to be old enough for school to start... Couldn't wait for me to get on the bus...
Like when I opened all the crossword puzzles and toys from the toy box and emptied them on the floor. I think I was about three or four years old, at the time. When you told me to pick them up and put them away, I told you I couldn't. That's why God made moms...
You laughed, gave me a hug and started putting them away...
When I was eating my Cheerios in the living room, for some reason ( about two years old, in case anyones wondering) and brought them into the kitchen to pour them down the sink.
Being frugal and not wanting to waste good cereal, you did what a lot of moms would do, at the time... I incredulously asked if you were REALLY going to eat those things...You ate a spoonful, said yes, and asked me why.
" How do it taste", I Disgustedly asked...
" OK" you answered, a little concerned.
" Why do you ask"? you worriedly inquired...
" Because I PEED in them"! , I replied...
True story. Just ask her...
She had no clue what situations this third kid would bring her.
I remember, barely, sometimes, the cuddling and laughing and outright joy we had in those days I was home alone with my mom...
How I thought she was the most amazing woman in the world...
As I grew older, my opinion changed on that. A lot of crazy times and it didn't help that I was an anti- everything teenager. Like a lot of stupid teenage kids, I said a lot of awfully bad things that I've come to regret...
And a thousand years later, I realize the wisdom of a precocious three year old...
She still is the most amazing woman I know...
That's coming from an incredibly blessed man married to the Wonderful Wife.
I wrote recently about our Christmas at grandmas, The Miracle on Poplar St...
The picture above is the necklace my mom gave to my Wonderful Wife, MaryAnne. My mom made a point that we all read it. It was important to her, for some reason...
Family.
Where life begins
and love never
ends...
I love my mom more than she will ever know. I tell her sometimes, hug her and to lighten the mood, pat her on the top of her head, when I leave.
She has no idea how afraid I am of ...
all this...
Not feeling " Philosophical " at the moment.
Guess that's ok...
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