So, I drafted this post last weekend for Mother’s Day, but I couldn’t get our scanner to work so that I could post this sweet photo of my mom… got it now, so I am posting it a week late anyway…

There is just something about the comfort of Mom.  I remember, long after I had moved out of my parent’s home, that everytime I walked through that front door, a feeling of warmth and stability just rushed over me.  True, some of it was coming from the house that I grew up in, and of course also from seeing my dad, but that hug from Mom could just melt away every fear, worry, and sadness I was feeling, no matter how old I was.  Sitting at my mom’s funeral dinner just a little over a year ago, it suddenly dawned on me that I would never experience that again.  It hit me like ice water dumped from a huge cooler on my head… shocking my system even further.  I treasure those memories of just seeing her smile as I walked through the door, and pray that as my children grow and face all kind of different hurts or trials that my hugs will do the same for them… wash it all away.

This is a photo of my mom and I celebrating my 2nd birthday.  Don’t you just wish you could jump into a photo sometimes??