I want my mommy!

I want my mommy! This is the cry of heart today. One year ago today, we got the hospice phone call that my momma was gone. Hard to believe it’s been a year since I saw that smile and heard her sweet ‘hey baby’ or felt her hugs. Feeling like a disgruntled two year old I want to stamp my foot, with tears running down my cheeks and swollen eyes cry out – “I want my mom. I want my girls to have more time with their amazing Mimi. I want. I want. I want. More.
But 12 months ago my momma crossed over into the hope of heaven and is now breathing freely, skipping instead of stumbling, doing what she was created to do with the One who loves her best . Sigh. I miss her so. How can we even take one breath on this earth without the hope of heaven? But because of hope, we can get up and feel the sun and live out the daily-ness with joy, regardless of our mood. Today I honor my mom. Cake baker. Dress sewer. Joy bringer. Laugh maker. Hug giver. She simply lit up the room when she walked in. Made you feel as if your phone call or visit was the most important thing in the world to her. As Audrey says- our Mimi could do anything! And she made us feel as if we could do anything as well- what a gift she had for encouragement! And since we are all still here, apparently God still has stuff for us to accomplish here on earth. Hey Mimi- you always said you were going to ask the Lord if you could zip open heaven and peek down to check on us. Sure hope we are making you proud. We’re doing fine, but we sure do miss you. Love you lotter and lotter, Danita .