Halloween cookies

I loved Halloween when I was little and I will never forget what my mom did every year.  Each Halloween she could cook dozens of Halloween sugar cookies and hand them out to the parents that were taking their children trick-or-treating.  She was so thoughtful and parents loved to come by our house for one of her cookies.  I thought about that so much this past Halloween and am so grateful for her example.

Birthday Lunch

The birthday before Mom passed away I turned 22 years old.  Mom wanted to take Anne and me to lunch in celebration of my big day.  I was really looking forward to it but when the day came I started feeling really sick.  I just felt awful and was so sad to think that I may miss lunch with Mom and Anne.  I was going to tell Mom that I couldn't go since I was sick, but luckily I started feeling much better.  I was so happy that my sickness went away so I could go out with Mom.  We had lunch and had a great time.  I can still picture it all in m mind.  We were sitting at a booth and Mom was sitting next to Anne across from me.  We talked for so long.  It was wonderful.  When I got home I started feeling sick again and ended up having a temperature of 102 later that night.  I am so thankful that I was able to spend my last birthday with my Mom doing something special with her.  

My Favorite Memory

Mom worked nights at LDS Hospital at times and the days that she slept when I was in kindergarten I would walk in and join her in her bed.  I would take a nap right next to her and would wake up to the sound of her voice in the kitchen with the boys while she was making dinner.  I loved that so much.  

Angels Must Know...

One of my very favorite memories of Mom was when I was pretty young.  Mom's Christmas decorations were always so beautiful and simple.  She set up the same nativity scene at the foot of our Christmas tree every year.  I don't remember how I did it but I broke one of the angel's wings off.  I felt so bad.  Mom got out the glue and glued it back on while I sat next to her.  After it dried we set it back up.  Sadly, the glue didn't stick and the wing broke off again.  She glued it on and, yes, it later broke off again.  I felt so bad and Mom, instead of getting mad, told me "She must know that angels don't have wings".    

Memories of Mom

I decided to start a blog so we all can add wonderful memories we have of our mom, wife, daughter, sister, grandma and friend.  Thank you all and I can't wait to hear your stories!!