Happy Birthday Mom!

Phyllis Curtis sent me a card yesterday that included a quote that reminded her of Mom. I think she's absolutely right.

From George Eliot:
"Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person,
Having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,
But to pour them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together
Knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
Keep what is worth keeping and then,
with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away."

a stow-away

I had kind of a neat experience I wanted to share with you guys.

On the way plane ride home from California, I was sitting in the row behind Franny and Bobby in a window seat next to a college-aged girl. Sophie had fallen asleep in my arm and the girl got up to use the bathroom. I was watching Sophie sleep. She looks so pretty when she's sleeping. I love to kiss her cheeks. Anyway, all of the sudden it felt like Mom's head was right next to mine watching Sophie sleep with me. Like, if I were to turn my head right then, I would see her! It was pretty cool! It lasted less than a minute. She came and went really fast- she was gone before the girl even got back to her seat. I'm glad I'm the only one with kids right now. That way all the grandma visits come our way!

Just teasing, but anyway, I was really grateful for that experience and I wanted to share it with you. We love and miss you guys so much. This morning Franny got up and this is what she said:

"Julia's at work. Maggie's sleeping. Annie's sleeping. Grandpa's basketball." It was so cute. I had to explain that you guys were home in California. Sad. We miss you.

Dog Food

I think this site would be good for posting memories of Mom. I'd like to see us all do that.

When I was little, I was prone to daydreaming. In elementary and Sunday school, my mind would often be wandering and I would find myself not paying attention to what was being taught. Well, when Mom would take me grocery-shopping with her at Hughes (remember Hughes in Huntington Harbor?), I would wait and stare out the window while she paid for the groceries. Right below the window is where they kept the dog food bags. There I would be, standing right in front of them, staring out the window. Mom would tease me EVERY TIME we went to the store. She'd say, "Katherine, why are you staring at the dog food?" "Katherine, do you want me to buy you some dog food? If you want to eat dog food, I'll get it for you." "You like dog food?! GROSS!" Though I didn't think so at the time, it was hilarious.

You go.