great indeed

i called her nothermommie

she smelled like powder; sweet and fresh.

i hear her voice in my head saying "fordbumper, eyewinker, timetinker, nosesmeller, chinchopper, and a giddy giddy goo".

although tiny, she drove a blue ford mavrick with 2 heavy doors, and cloth seats.

she made me mashed potatoes and macaroni and let me wash dishes with the neighbor girl for hours on the front porch.

we rocked and rocked on a glider that clicked every time it went backwards.

she made me a blanket when i was born. sometimes i take it down from the closet, hold it close, and breathe deep; hoping to pull out the love she poured into me. i cut a piece out of the middle that's with her now.

she loved God, and me.

my times with my great grandmother were rare, but i hold them tightly to my chest.

visits with the great b usually are surrounded by an army of gutshalls. we went to visit and spent time in quite. she loves her deacon like my great grandmother loved me. my eyes welled up watching them.

there's nothing quite as beautiful

as a new mother. if we're not careful we might see only tired eyes from late nights and early mornings. the exhaustion and uncertainty of bringing a tiny little person home to care for. but look closely at her, when the baby is in her arms, she comes alive.

every woman walks into motherhood differently; some with excitement, others fear-stricken, some seem so natural, others a little more anxious. but i've noticed that when everything is striped down and it's just the mother with her baby, it's like this piece that was suppose to be there all along clicks into place and she becomes more herself than she ever was before.

my sweet clare. i've known her for several years but watching her as a mother really was captivating. she's always had such a grace about her, but as a mother her beauty can not be contained.