My mamma's birthday was yesterday.
I am so, so, so grateful for her and her love. Her support.
What an incredibly loving woman.
Over the years you have taught me what goodness looks like. What it is to give others hope. And encouragement.
And I think that it is only as I get older that I even have an inkling of what your love as a mother means - the depths that love plumbs. As I watch the girls mother their broods, it becomes clearer and clearer to me that there is nothing on this Earth like the love a mother has for her child.
You taught me the joy of cooking, of gathering family around a table, that time spent in the kitchen together was about more than just food.
You walked with me through the woods one fall afternoon when I was in high school - my heart broken and heavy by the betrayal of childhood friends, not saying more than was necessary, but finding mending and healing with each step we took.
You showed me that dirt between your fingers and the sharp smell of a tomato plant were two of the simplest and best joys in this life. That time outside was necessary for a thriving spirit.
Waking me and the girls up so we could hold a fawn found one Sunday morning, but gently reminding us that loving and respecting animals was a tremendous honor and responsibility, and that wild animals needed to remain wild.
For email updates that make me feel a little less homesick.
You taught me that home = family. (Therefore, when I say "home" I could be referring to 5 different places.)
Your texts of encouragement at just the right moment.
Your letters and cards that arrive in the mail.
The long drives to the airport to pick me up.
And even at 31 years old, the apple and water you pack in the truck just in case I get hungry or thirsty.
The Benadryl cream you still keep in the medicine cabinet in case I get poison ivy when I'm home.
The Excedrin you tucked into my purse before I left.
I have never once doubted your love for me.
Your good heart, your thoughtfulness, your care, your concern, your support - it does not go unnoticed. For working so hard to provide us with a good life.
I am incredibly grateful you are my mother.
Thank you. Always.
All my love,
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The Road is Home
The Seed & Plate
Sharon Covert Photography
The Define School
The Noisy Plume
Sarah Gee Photography
Fox & Owl Studio
The Stork and The Beanstalk
Mellow Yellow Photography
A Simple Little Journal
What I've Been Reading
The Girls by Emma Cline
A Land More Kind Than Home by Wiley Cash
Dark Places by Gillian Flynn
Never Broken by Jewel
Hold Still by Sally Mann