While I was preparing my Moms oatmeal this morning, it occurred to me that I was making it exactly as she did for me all those years ago. Making sure it had the right amount of butter and milk for the perfect consistency, testing for sweetness, etc. Such a warm feeling of love and gratitude filled me - to realize how lucky I am to be able to do this. I know Mommy made our food with pleasure and love and a new attitude descended upon me - to remember to always add the most important ingredient to anything I serve my family or anyone for that matter. LOVE! Oh and more than a pinch of gratitude! How blessed to look at this circle of life - with Mom and Callan. The elder and the younger.
Posted on: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 17:46:41 +0000
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