for my own mom.

this morning in church, our pastor told a story.

he said that this week he was visiting an older woman, "a woman 30 years his senior". i would assume that would put the woman in her 80s or 90s. anyway, he said as he walked up to her, she was deep in thought. when he asked her what she was thinking about, she told him, "i was just sitting here thinking of my mom."

he said something about how no matter how old we get, we will always think of our mothers.

i couldn't help but cry. i'm crying now as i type this.

my mother lost her mom a long time ago. i was just a little girl. my sister was a baby.

i remember my mimi. but not nearly as much as i wish i did.

poppy had a heart attack on valentine's day. and mimi died very shortly after of a broken heart.
i have seen the pictures of my mother after both her parents passed away at such young ages. she is extremely thin. too thin. and she looks tired.

for some reason, this mothers day, this is what i've been thinking of all day long.

my mom. and her mom. and how she must miss her so much. every day...but especially on mothers day.

i've thought about how my mom has been so vital in keeping me sane. how she has been the one i call whenever anything is wrong with pratt. how she is the one that always reminds me that clint loves me. and that maybe i'm being overly emotional. and to relax. and yet, at the same time, she's the one that understands. understands that i'm sometimes tired. and sometimes hurt. and she allows me those bad days.

it hurts me to think that my mom missed out on any of that with her mother.

so, mom...or cookie :), if you're reading this...please know that i love you. and that we are so lucky to have you. and i honestly cannot imagine my life without you.

happy mothers day. have fun with pratt. i know he's loving all the attention.

see you soon.