Grilled cheese and tomato soup when you’re sick, a little extra money to buy those shoes you want, wisdom that you didn’t want but are glad you have it on recall at just the right time, stories that run on and on until she forgets why she started it at all, laughter and chocolate gravy, never ending coffee pot and early morning prayers, red roses and fancy, swishy, sparkly dresses when she goes out to dinner, knitting basket full of blankets she’ll never finish and walls, covered, no, plastered with photos of her and me and him and them and a cedar box filled with memories, cards and letters and clothes she’ll never throw out, fighter, survivor, always giving, always smiling, my Mama. :)