My mom can make Orchid plants bloom in the hot, dry desert. I don't know how she does it. Over the years I've bought her so many Orchid plants that she's pretty much got all she can handle. To be practical, this year I bought her a new pooper scooper for the horse barn. If you knew my mom, you'd know that's a perfect gift.
My son, who is very busy with college, studying for finals, sent me a very cute card. I love him, he knows how to make me smile.
My daughter, who lives with her father, is my little person I don't talk about much. I don't like to tell the story or to try to explain how this came to be.
Today I received some current pictures of my daughter. This makes me smile and weep all at the same time.
She likes dogs.
She likes to hike.
She is beautiful.
I wish I could sit on her bed and have her tell me all about the items I see on her mirror.
This morning, I wrote about Jessica, I titled it "If".
I won't share the entire document, it's far too personal. Here is a short portion of how it begins:
In the Fall of 1996, I walked in to a clinic for a free pregnancy test.
As I sat on the crinkly paper that covered the examination table, I looked at my toes, the posters on the clinic walls, and I looked up towards the heavens and sighed. Waiting for the results of the blood test, I thought of the possibilities. I knew one thing: If I was pregnant, I could do this.
The nurse walked in to the room and beamed: “CONGRATULATIONS!”. It didn’t matter to her if this was good news or bad news, her voice was full of cheer.
If you could have seen me smile.
I love my children madly, it's an honor to be their mom, they are the best thing that ever happened to me.
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