Bubba -
I think we are truly taught what the "simple things" in life are, and how beautiful they are, by our children. You take great delight in getting a sticker from the postmaster every time I go to the post office. While everyone around us tends to be hustle-bustle to get in and mail their packages, or get their stamps and what have you, you wait with me patiently for our turn, so that you can get the one thing you want most out of the visit: a smile from the teller as they hand you a shiny new sticker. I used to get the feelings of "Ughh! I hate the post office, I hope it's fast; wow there are a ton of people today; ughhh this is going to take forever!" but now, because as we finished our transaction and you whispered if it is your turn, I am left feeling shame on myself, for having those previous emotions of frustration. You remind me constantly, that what really matters is being together and being healthy and from that - happy. I finally know what my mother has taught me all these years, about a Mother's love.
I love you,
Momma
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