Happy Birthday Momma!

Today would have been my Momma's 70th birthday. Three and a half years ago she left her earthly bonds and slipped back home.

I know she watches over me and mine as we all go about our busy days...and rarely does a day go by that I don't have a conversation with her as if she's sitting next to me in the car (but I know the "damn seatbelt" isn't bothering her now). I think about her as I'm throwing in a load of laundry...I think about her as I'm moving around my kitchen pulling dinner together each night...I think about her as I'm tooling through my garden harvesting blueberries, herbs and pulling a few weeds. Some days I feel as though she's standing right next to me saying, "Don't miss that little weed hiding under your lettuce leaf there...."

Sometimes I can't believe this woman is no longer a physical, everyday presence in my life...I feel her with me so strong that I swear I see her out of the corner of my eye. I occasionally hear her movements in my home, which was as much her space as it was ours all those years she took care of my babies and lived in our home during the week. 

As I continue going through my day today, spending time in the office, planning dinner and heading out to the season's first official soccer practice for her youngest grandchild, I will think warm, loving thoughts of gratitude of how blessed I was to have had this woman be such a positive force in my life and the lives of our children. I am the wife, mother, sister and woman I am today because of what this beautiful, kind, funny woman taught me. She was my mom and my best friend. 

Happy Birthday Momma!

I love you.