MOMS BAKED CHICKEN..

MOMS BAKED CHICKEN...

For a brief moment this morning I could smell my mothers baked chicken ..

I'm pretty sure it was my favorite food  that she created for her family through the years..

It was always so flavorful and always so moist that it fell off the bone..

I've tried to replicate it on several occasions, but it never quite turned out like moms..

Mothers Day is approaching and maybe, just maybe, she was here in that brief moment ..

I think of her often, since she's been gone, and as I have grown older.. I realize that though she never threw her arms around me, or told me very often that she loved me .  I knew she loved me with every kind act of love, every baked chicken she made and every home made pie she baked.. LOVE  was in every morsel, every slice, every piece ..

Mom made most everything by hand.. I mean EVERYTHING  ..

She sewed thousands of articles of clothing for her children, her grandchildren and even for my dad..(remembering a red vest she made for him) .. 

But the most beautiful clothes she made was what she sewed for herself.. 

Numerous square dancing dresses she designed herself and spent so many hours huddled in her sewing corner to sew to their completion.. 

My mom.. 

Why didn't I tell her that she was amazing, creative, and ever so loving ..I know now that all she did for her family was her way of saying 

"I LOVE YOU" 💕 ❤️ 

These tears I shed are tears of remorse for the missed opportunity not telling her how she showed me what love really was without saying a word .. 

Thanks Mom for stopping by this morning to say Happy Mothers Day ..

I will try again to immolate that delicious baked chicken, but I know it will never be like yours..

Love ❤️ and Miss you Mom..more than ever..

Patsy 

05/09/17