Thirty Years and Three Months

She nurtured and cared for me, like only a parent can, after my lung surgery in January.

She listened and counseled and encouraged me during episodes of stress throughout the new home and new job transitions.

She cleaned, cleaned, cleaned; and just when she thought it was enough, cleaned some more; to help us move into our new house.

She tirelessly urged me on, and helped to organize, polish, and put away our household.

She has more energy than a bunny with batteries and loves a "Bar Keeper's Friend" and her lamb's wool duster.


She is my mother.


She is my friend.