Home is where…
Home is where the heart is.
My heart is missing my Mom.
I remember and miss the oddest things about living with my Mom. Like waking up in the morning trying to find her in the house, only to realize she was out amongst her flowers. (They look great this year Mom!)
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I awoke at 7 this morning, made coffee and read your post.
It only took a couple of seconds before my eyes were filled with tears.
I miss you too my daughter and love you ever so much.
Love Mom
On Thu, Aug 16, 2012 at 5:58 AM, WordPress.com
Very beautiful thought Krista. You are lucky that you and your Mom have such a special and enduring bond.