As I sit and reflect on my Mother, a smile always comes to my face. I think of the first time I skinned my knee and how thoughtful and concerned she was. Taking me inside and bandaging my knee, wiping away my tears with her kisses. I reminisce of the smells, the fresh baked cookies, dinner cooking all day long on the stove in preparation for a larger Sunday evening dinner. I reflect on her singing and rocking me to sleep long into my double digits. I recall the shopping sprees or even coming home to a surprise gift laying on my bed that she had picked up for me while she was out that day. So many wonderful memories! What are some of yours? Would you like to re-live them with a mommy?
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