My Momma started a cross stitch Butterfly quilt for me. I would ask her from time to time if she had finished, or where she was at on the quilt, she would tell me and I would tease her "well when we have a baby you'll finish, so I can put it in the baby's room". Well, Kelly was born and she was not done and he is a boy, so a quilt with butterfly's wouldn't really go. So here we are NINE years later and one baby down, three houses we have lived in, and she finished it on her last visit to see us in our new home in Tennessee. Like, she finished it on the plane from Austin to here. When she pulled it out, I think every emotion came out possible. My momma is a very busy lady, she is like the nurse to the doctor, where the nurse does it all but the Doctor makes the money. I thought back of the past 30 years and how much I love and miss her, like the plants in the hot sun miss the water, miss her.I miss laying in her lap and her rubbing my ear. I miss her glass of ice tea because it always seems sweeter when she had been drinking from it. I miss her laugh when my brother would come out as "Steve Urkel". I miss her notes that she placed in my lunch from time to time. I miss my mom. My prayer is that I will be that for Kelly, that he will see me as his HERO after thirty years. I know we all have different thoughts on what a hero is, but to me, she is my hero. All this to say I love you Momma
