Mother's Day, 2019

Eric and I, in flash of inspiration, celebrated Mother's Day this year with - wait for it - our Mom.  What did you do to celebrate the woman who taught you how to a good person and improve the world around you?  No idea.  That sounds impossible.  Every reader knows this  - even if your situation is different (cause it is) - your Mom taught you, loved you, guided you and corrected you, even when you didn't know it and even when you didn't want her to.

Eric and I surprised Mom.  We were sitting in her pew when she walked into Sacrament Sunday morning.  She cried.  It was perfect.  After, we went to Olive Garden.  Such a nice day.  Mom rocks.  And doesn't Eric look nice in his suit?

Nelda Mae Edwards Ball Brewer (1959)

James' mother died at the very young age of 54.  Here she is at about sixteen, ready for a dance or a party.  I've heard so many stories about this strong and dedicated woman.  She was smart and adaptable - she lived all over and I can honestly say, that I have never, ever, ever heard anyone say a cross word about her.  Never.

I was able to meet her just before she died.  I was there in the hospital and she could not speak, but, she held my hand as James sweetly introduced his mother to his wife.  She smiled and I squeezed.  We will have much more to talk about when I meet her again.