When I think of my mom, I think of pink roses.
I think of white lace and black velvet. I remember sitting at her dressing table and trying on her pretty necklaces. I remember playing dress-ups with her beautiful skirts and elegant stilettos.
What I remember most is the sweet fragrance of her loving hugs and hearing her say I love you. She always encouraged me and gave me sound advice. My mom would quote Bible scriptures, proverbs and wise sayings that always gave me hope and comfort.
I remember bedtime stories she would tell instead of reading and then she sang a German lullaby with her soft, tender voice as she tucked me in and kissed me goodnight.
A photo of my mom (left) with her sister taken in the 50s
My daughter Jean wrote a beautiful post today, featuring a leopard print DVF wrap dress.
I chose pink roses for the background of my Gravatar in memory of my mom.
Twelve years ago today, my dear mother passed away.
My hope is the in the Lord, and the promises in His Word.
Until we meet again, happy memories remain.