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 9

Someday I’ll get a new kitchen floor. (never happened, it’s still falling apart)

I love you.