Today would have been my mom's- ninety fifth birthday. I'm not sure if I'm more like her every day or if I just recognize it more every day. She was far too sensitive for her own good. Everybody treated her with the proverbial kid gloves. Every stray dog broke her heart. She loved more and she loved harder than anyone I ever knew.
She expected me to be perfect and I know that sounds difficult. Thing is, she thought I was. Everybody deserves that from a mom.
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