Showing posts with label pineapple upside-down cake. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 11, 2017

I miss Mama when ...



I miss Mama when...                                
 


I miss Mama when

  •   the first robin of spring appears and the forsythia blooms
  •   the daffodils force their way through the dirt.
  •   I wear fuchsia and hear her say, “I like that blouse. It’s my favorite color.”
  •  I make corn-pone-pie.
  •   the snowball bush blooms.
  •  I drive by my parents’ church, the one that I grew up in.
  •   I drive the Blue Ridge Parkway and the rhododendron is showing off.
  •   I mess up and hear her say, “Connie, Connie, Connie.”
  •   we drive past that picnic spot on Route 100 in Carroll County and I almost taste her fried chicken.
  •   I talk with her old friends.
  •   I hear “Mack the Knife” on the radio.
  •   make cut-out cookies, remembering my horrible first experience.
  •   visit her brother and sister.
  •   I make cornbread.
  •   I wear her jewelry.
  •  I think of how much she loved dogs, and squirrels, and birds, and clouds, and ...
  •   look at old photos.
  •   sit by the ocean.
  •  I think of how she would get mad when my brother hit her with snowballs.
  •   I make pineapple upside-down cake, adding her secret touch.
  •   it’s Mother’s Day and I must wear a white corsage instead of pink.
  •  I wish I could have one more conversation, one more hug, and tell her I love her just one more time.


Do I wish she was here instead of where she is now residing? Not at all!
Because right now she’s eternally in her prime; she’s pain free and trouble free. She’s beholding beauty beyond anything we can imagine. 
She has been reunited with my brother, Tommy; with her own precious parents and my Daddy who joined her just a couple of months after she left us. And best of all she’s with her beloved Savior, Jesus, who had already prepared a new home for her. 

I think often of what my friend, Anna, said to me a couple weeks after Mama’s home-going: “She’s having more fun than we are right now.”
How very true, Anna. I ponder that as I cherish the memories of my dear Mama.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mama.

What are some favorite things about your mother? Please share in comments below. Thanks.

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