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In a box of old stuff, I found this card I made for my mom when I was just a little twirp. I re-sent it to my mom this year.
The inside. Note the “open” on the bottom of the page. It opens to this…
There’s a torn napkin – in four pieces – held in to the back page with a twist-tie.
Better than a macaroni necklace.
One evening in January, I was thinking about my mom and other people’s moms and I sent her this e-mail:
Just wanted to say… thanks for all the unconditional love you’ve given me for as long as I can remember.
I think I take that unconditional love for granted and think every kid gets that from her mother – but they don’t.
I’ve been very lucky and very blessed to have you for a mother.
“Thanks” seems pretty inadequate. But, thanks. For everything. For all these years of loving me so fully and completely.
I love you, Mom!
Cheryl
(under the first picture) You resent your mom? I think that is a typo dearie!
Ok, maybe I should add a hyphen!
I get it now! I thought you were actually trying to say you present it to your mom this year.
Cheryl, what an absolutely beautiful thing to do for your mother. She must have been very moved by re-getting that card made by your tiny hands all those years back.
Absolutely lovely.
Janet
And how cool that your mom saved that and gave it to you as an adult. she must have really loved it to have saved it all those years. I bet your mom was cool!