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Mom's Night Out

She was sitting right by the phone, when I called to say I'm on my way. "I can hardly wait till we're together, it's been sooo long!", she said. She greeted me with her great big smile, hug and kiss when she opened up the door. It was just like coming to my parent's house, the same small apartment, the warm glow of table lamps, and a blue patterned couch with matching chairs. We got busy with conversation as I sat on the floor mending the bottom skirts of her chairs. She was so glad to have that done, now no need to repair those chairs with unsightly tape. Driving off to dinner, we continued with our news, so many surprises to tell, she delighted with joy with all that I shared.

Pulling into my driveway, she exclaimed, "Now, I'm home! Oh, how I love to come to your place." I showed her the gift that would soon be assembled for her, a shiny new walker! She was initially stunned, "you did way too much!" But her excitement grew, as I told her all that she could do, and most of all, this was more cost effective than her breaking a hip, and I having to visit her daily in the hospital, and miss all my work! So I watched and listened as her excitement grew, she began to express such relief in finally having one of her own. . .

Sitting side by side at my small kitchen table, sipping spiced tea and eating pumpkin parfait, I showed her my blog. That was the best time for me. I had to read them all to her, she wanted to hear them from the beginning to the end. She was so glad I was writing, she had been telling me this for years! She exclaimed how happy she was that my son had encouraged me to start, why hadn't I done this before?

She stood up to leave and leaned back with a great big grin, oh she was "sooo blessed" to be with me tonite. Her words were the same as my Dad's, how often Daddio would exclaim to us kids how blessed he was with family. We went out the back door, and she said to me, "it will be alright if now I die and go to heaven, I've had the best 'send-off' tonite!"

This morning, my heart is full of thanks and praise for all my family. The Lord has been so good to me in giving me these times with my Mom Ruth. He knew right from the start that my heart would need this special one to fill my need for Mom, and I would have another chance to give her one great night out . . .

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