Today is my mom’s birthday. She’s not with us anymore but I wanted to post this … she was a pretty cool woman!
When the boys ask me why I rest my hand on their father’s leg when he’s driving, I think about all the miles my family would travel in the car on summer vacations. I remember looking to the front and she’d be sitting there with her hand resting on daddy’s leg. They didn’t speak too much but occasionally they’d look at each other and smile. When I touch my husband’s leg, or reach over and hold his hand in the car I tell the boys:
My momma taught me that.
When I come down in the evening in my PJs and the boys come rushing over to sit by me, Sam will raise his head and say:
“Ohhh….you have on that perfume don’t you?”
I think about hugging my mom over the years; burying my head into her neck and smelling her perfume. I remember it warmed me and made me feel…
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