Freshly cut from her garden each spring, a handful of delicate pink flowers would be placed in the center of her white oval-shaped table. No matter what direction your swivel chair faced, you’d inhale a honey-like fragrance that wasn’t over-powering... Read more →

Every night as I thrust myself into bed, my eyes glance over to the large 12x12 homemade Mother’s Day card made by you and Daddy that is covered in pictures of us. Some of the pictures show my swollen belly... Read more →