Today I get to share over at Lisa-Jo’s blog about what my mom did that I cherish, treasure, remember with all my might as I grow up.
And my mama? She laughed. And taught me how to laugh, too.
Won’t you come join us for the whole series of what mama did?
She has offered her life to us in bits and pieces over the chipped mugs for years. Each time I feel a story swelling in the bright and cramped kitchen, I wrap my fingers around the tea (it is always tea) and settle my heart down to the steady rhythm of mothers and daughters who make time. I pray the winged prayer of grateful daughters everywhere: Oh God, thank you for my mom.
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