The rings she wore, that barely stayed on her skinny fingers.
Her cackling laugh.
Her dancing.
Her juniors-sized clothing choices.
When her false teeth would unpredictably come loose (she'd cackle!).
Weekend breakfasts.
The annual birthday call to me where she'd sing "Happy Birthday".
Buying My Girls that stupid pre-fab gingerbread house at Christmas!
No matter what, I got a Valentine's Day card from her.
That steadfast support of me when things got tough.
These are a few of the things I miss about my mom this Mother's Day. And every day.
Yesterday was her birthday. Today's Mother's Day. I've done way more crying than I expected; like a useawholekleenexbox crying. That crying you do when you hide in your bed under the sheets, comforter and a sea of pillows just to feel like you're being hugged. Yeah, that's the weekend I'm having.
This means she's missed.
This means she is loved.
Happy Mother's Day, Momma!
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