Quiet solace — Joyful sound; nature’s renewal.
~Sharon Boenning
Dear Mom,
I suspect it might have been you who taught me the name of the hardy red birds who brighten our gray winter days. Northern cardinals, finch, and mourning doves were the earliest birds I learned to identify when your son and I hung a bird feeder at our first home. You welcomed me into the family with an open heart, setting an example, so that one day I might do the same for a daughter-in-law.
In addition to birds, you have taught me about gardening, cooking, and loving family well. We’ve shared so many experiences… camping and golfing, dog walking and nickel-a-chip card games, dinners, lunches, coffees at quaint shops. Do you remember the time we helped out with a theatrical production at your church? One act sang Anything You Can Do I Can Do Better. Along with the memory, the catchy tune always brings me a grin. From you I have witnessed a consistent effort to bring out the best in all things.
Thank you for embracing me as your third daughter.
Thank you for contributing your voice to Flourishing Fictions.
Thank you for teaching me about love.
You make me want to be a better person.
Love and Gratitude,
Gail
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