Mom playing Twister, and Mom and Me in the snow.
Today I was at my Dad's and it seemed my Mom was heavy on my mind. I was doing a little sewing and I got Mom's pin cushion to use. Every time I touch something that I KNOW no one has touched since she did, I get very sentimental. So it was with every little pull of each pin, knowing that her dear fingers had been the last to touch it. I wondered what was the last thing she used them for. Maybe the Wizard of Oz ornaments she made, and that now hang on my daughter's tree. Maybe it was the pretty aqua tunic she made for a Christmas party. I noticed all of her paintings that hang everywhere. And I noticed the poignant collection of vintage music on the piano that my dad has collected since she died, all with mom's name, Sally, in the title. Christmastime is bittersweet. I love all the music, lights, brightly wrapped packages, Christmas trees, and parties. But I miss my mother terribly at this time of year.
Merry Christmas to you! Thanks so much for stopping by.