Now that Mother’s Day is over, and I think I’m done crying for a while, I wanted to write down some things I remember her telling me before I forget them alltogether. In no particular order…
A good wife lets her husband think he’s the boss.
20 seconds on high; it’s great that way. (microwave instructions for almost anything)
You really do have a beautiful voice. (but she never made me sing a solo)
He IS a tenor. (when she met my boyfriend who became my hubby)
Kathy, Kristi, and Kyle; the only KKK I believe in (that’s my and my sibling’s names)
Let go and let God.
The recipe already is doubled.
They didn’t come here to see my house; they came here to see us.
It’s your birthday, you can order anything you want.
Knitting calms me down.
I can tell by looking at you if you’re lying to me.
Don’t be late.
I can’t wait to be a grandma. (never happened, she died in 94, my first was born in 98)
Someday I’ll get a new kitchen floor. (never happened, it’s still falling apart)
I love you.
