My mother loved flowers.
My paternal grandmother, Betha, loved flowers.
The peonies came from my dad/grandmothers yard. They remind me of her.
The pink roses remind me of my mom.
I love and miss them both. I look forward to being reunited with them- and never again being separated.
I do not mourn Mother's Day. I rejoice in them both, and I have faith (sure and certain) I will be with them again
I also celebrate because I am a mother. Of three wonderful imperfect children/adults.
I am blessed.
Thank you, Jesus.
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