Thoughts as Mother's Day approaches

Okay, so it has been a few years since I last wrote. Life happens. Mother's Day is Sunday. Mom has been gone since 1969. Yet I find myself wondering what she would think of certain things I do or say. When I am cooking, I find myself thinking of how she cooked for myself and my brothers. She was a farm girl -- which meant she knew how to cook simple meals very well and, when the occasion called for it, could muster up a fancier meal. There was one small exception to this. No matter what the occasion was, she often forgot the rolls were in bottom level of the oven. They frequently were burned. Guess what? Burnt rolls done with a mom's care and love still taste good. I could go on and on about Mom. But so could all of us about our respective Moms. I will just say that I hope I make her proud up in heaven. And I am still very sorry I broke the front window of the house throwing a temper tantrum. Thanks for forgiving me.