Thursday, November 14, 2013


"Your mother is always with you.  She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street; she's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself.  She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well; she's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day.  She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow; she is Christmas morning.  Your mother lives inside your laughter.  She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take.  She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you.  Not time, not space.....not even death."  Unknown

Happy Birthday, Mama


Suz said...

oh my...I am going to save this!
and we all know how much you loved and love your mom
you honor her by being just as loving
....ya made me cry...but this is good

Robin said...

Very very sweet. What lovely photos of your mom too!!

Doris said...

What great prose! Mama is beautiful too!

~Kim at Golden Pines~ said...

A lovely, lovely touching post to end my day!!