A mothering champion. A caring soul. A fill you up, never let you down patrol. Stay as long as you like; even let yourself out, but never ever say shut up in my house. 100 things counted and put back into place to I'm going to get you and kiss your whole face. Back scratches, card games, hot banana bread, pants hanging in doorways and knocking my head. "Are you sure you have enough blankets?" making eskimos sweat. Red, white and blue decor and little regret. Singing, camping, smores and snacks smuggled into movies with Mary Poppins' napsack. "Oh my goodness, oh my goodness" night sessions abound and trademarked belly laughter that never makes sound.
Smiles and fun, listening, charm. Holding back nothing with snuggling arms.
Antler hands bowing a sappy goodbye after giving me five hugs just to survive.
By Elijah
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