A lovely Mother’s Day weekend here in South Jersey and thoughts turn to making the most of it with hubby, planting our front wildflower garden in the shade of our blooming pink rhododendron – and thinking of our moms.
Ed’s mom, Irene, left him far too early.
She went on to be with the Lord in a tragic auto accident in 1967, when Ed was a mere boy of twelve. He reverences her memory as a woman of grace and strength, the center and glue of his extended family. She was a beauty queen in her hometown, wearing the title of Miss Fairton her senior year in high school. And, Ed assures me that her cooking was legendary. You can read a little bit about her famous Beef Stroganoff on a recent blog post of his at The Sheep’s Pen HERE.
My mom, Connie, was with me for much longer – leaving for her heavenly home in July of 2004.
I’ve shared the high school photos of each of them who were about the same age. They both grew up in South Jersey. They both married and had their first child before the end of the 1950’s. They both have children who honor them and think lovingly of them everyday.
I recently posted a Lily of the Vally teatime tribute to mom for her birthday in February HERE . . .
And, crafted a Mother’s Day tribute to her HERE from last May with many pictures and fond thoughts.
But this year, after enjoying my own children’s thoughtful gifts of their love for me as mom – a pedicure with daughter Bethany . . .
And, a stunning orchid sent special delivery from my son and daughter-in-law – Andrew & Andrea . . .
Ed and I will plant the seeds for a new season of wildflowers, and silently meditate on the goodness of God in our lives to have blessed us with the season of our own respective mothers, this Mother’s Day.
Sharing That Mom o’Mine with Beverly’s Pink Saturday at How Sweet the Sound