Recently our Nice Daughter, Nancy, had us over to her house for a celebration.
She went to an incredible amount of work to make it special.
And she did.
She and her husband made wonderful food.
Nancy also decorated everything with these gorgeous paper flowers (isn't this lovely and festive), she dyed doilies to make them the same pastel shades and covered glass votives in tissue paper. 
Everyone had a happy time. 
And at the very end Nancy gave me this card. 
Which made me cry...because this is what was written on the card. (If you're feeling a bit emotional today I should interject a Possible Kleenex Warning here):Mom,
Growing up I never thought of you as being your own person,
You were simply my Mom.
Not a girl with parents of her own,
Not a kid with goals and dreams,
And not a woman with worries and fears.
You were (and in many ways still are) the center of my life.
You were the voice of reason.
You were the arms that held me when I was sick,
And cheered me up when I was down.
And even though you no longer make my meals,
Or tuck me into bed -
You're still taking care of me.
You'll always be my Mom...
Even though I've come to see you as so much more.
I bet you can see why I love our Nice daughter, Nancy so much.
William Shakespeare wrote, "What is in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
And I find that especially appropriate here...
And I'm hoping you find it especially distracting...
Because we don't have a daughter named Nancy.
Her name is Jessie. And she is amazing.
And the names were only changed here to protect the poor, innocent little letter "N".
(hey, leave me alone...Mr. Jenny wouldn't let me use the "N" post I wanted...which was the word Next? as the title and then a picture of the letter "O" for next week)
This post is linked to Alphabe-Thursday's Letter "N" post.
Posts
