We were the last three of her children remaining in her nest. And, even though we were adults, she still made dinner for us every evening. If we were arriving home late, she would keep it warm on the stove for us.
Now and again, I would stop at the florist on my way home from work and pick up a bouquet of flowers for my Mother.
You would've thought I gave her the world handing her that bouquet. So appreciative for something so simple.
Daisies were her favorites. They are one of my favorites as well.
As the years pass, I find myself acquiring the same taste in things as my Mother.
I find myself coming out with some of the same expressions as my Mother. I refer to these as "momma-isms".
Momma-isms; the gifts that keeps on giving long after Momma is gone.