|My mom in 1945|
It's been a great Mother's Day. Spent the weekend in Manti with Joe's family and had the rest of the family over for dinner today. I couldn't help but think about the good mothers in my life and how I am who I am and where I am because of them. My mom always did the best she knew how to do, considering she was in unchartered waters and away from her family.
I have tender memories of spending time with my Grandma Ward in Malad. I loved going up there...to the farm. I know it was a burden to most everyone else. They were farmers, for heck sakes. We were city folk. We had vacations. Farmers don't have vacations. And then there we were - me, specifically - and I wanted to play with my cousins.
There are a lot of memories that I replay in my mind every time I make the drive to Amber's. I love going the "old" way where I reminisce the most. Lamb's Service Station where we got a bottle of pop. He'd let us take the bottle with us, without a deposit, as long as we remembered to drop it off on our way home. The road itself has changed multiple times, there aren't the same bends and turns that I remember but the spirit is still there.
|My mom and Grandma Nellie|
And then there are my girls. Four beautiful women and mothers who are each a constant example to me. Two of my girls I received through the pain of birth. Two of my girls I received through the pain of giving each of them one of my sons. All four of them mine, nonetheless. At least that's how I look at it :-).
I am open to receiving the blessings of a loving Heavenly Father.