Happy Mother’s Day! To our own moms, especially, but also to all the moms out there. You ladies are amazing!
We have a bush out by the garden shed that has little white blossoms all over it. I have no idea what it’s actual name is, nor do I care. We had the same kind of bush at my house growing up, so as I child I christened it the Barbie Bouquet Bush. “Why?” you ask? This is why:
I no longer have Barbies, but I have these little dolls from my Little Tykes collection, which is a future post.
A childhood memory of my mom: Her fried chicken. She’d slave away and make a giant pan of it. While it was keeping warm in the oven it was my job to shake salt on it with the giant aluminum shaker. She makes awesome chicken. Now that I’m an adult I am constantly in awe of how she kept six people fed every day. Thanks, mom!
I asked Lloyd for a ‘mom memory’. He asked what kind, and I read mine. He was quiet for a little while and said, “I bet my mom’s chicken is better.”
What a jerk.