Truth.
Mother’s Day in my house, would be nothing without my husband. When I think about the dad my husband is to our children, truly, “Baby, I’m amazed at the way you love me all the time…” As Paul would sing. A father loving a mother, and a mother loving a father, this is the greatest gift to give a child. If we did anything at all right raising our babies it is that we loved each other and them more than anything else in the world.
We didn’t hide our arguments, we didn’t have a ton of them either. I remember once when we were having a tussle, and Little Ricky asked me, “Are you and daddy gonna get a divorce?” My heart ached for that little boy, but of course I told him, “No, sweetie. We are just mad, like you get mad at us sometimes. When you are…
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I’m thinking about siblings today. This photo above was the first time in many years that just the six of us were together. We were laying to rest our mom’s ashes who had passed away on Mother’s Day night 2009. It took us four years to find her final resting place in the small town where we grew up and where we feel she was the happiest. I love this picture because it resembles one from 1962 when our mother and her siblings all were photographed at her father’s funeral.
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