Leeendah

I am sure that I am not the only one who just has those days when you long for your momma. Typically those days are when the world seems like it might end or if you have been puking your guts out and you need some one to hold your hand. Lately my world hasn't seemed horrible and really I am a healthy and happy girl, but I was longing for my momma.

She said she needed a break. She has been caring for my dad's mother. So I talked her into driving down to see her ONLY daughter.

We went to Kneaders for breakfast and she said "I couldn't ask for something more delicious!" She had raspberry bread pudding and I ate divine french toast.

Kneaders Breakfast mmmm. Isn't she cute?

We went and got our toes done, saw Amy and her baby, met Auntie for lunch, shoe shopped and went to the book store. We hung out.

me and darling baby Alice Lynn

My mom has not read my blog. Said that she wanted to, and expressed interest in having one of her own. I giggled. My mom has been an avid reader since I can remember. The woman has several books going all the time. I remember waiting to go to the store. I would whine, and she would say, "just let me finish this book." There would be 25 pages but she would finish in just a few minutes. I remember Louis L'Amour books. Lots of them. She likes mysteries too. My mom will read the last few pages if it gets too intense and then take a reliever breath and finish the book. That drives me nuts, but I think it makes her sweet. She doesn't want to spend the rest of the book worrying.

We went to the library a lot. The Portneuf Library. We road our bikes there or we would drive. I remember the smell. Once I had picked up a few things, (usually something ridiculous- like a book from the Sleep Over Friends series) I would sit in one of the hideous vinyl yellow or green lazy boy looking chairs that spun around and would secretly read 17 or Teen magazine. Sometimes I would flip through Ladies Home Journal and imagine myself as a grown up. Mostly I would just look at Teen and turn the chair in circles waiting for mom. She was lost in the paper backs.

What I did not know this whole time is that my mom likes to write. I had no idea. She said that she is a published writer. She wrote a few things for the college paper or magazine. Did some things for a spanish newspaper after her mission. She writes poems too. I had no idea.

I was so disappointed that I did not know this. I asked her how I could have missed this. She said that can happen when you are a full time school teacher, wife to a husband and have a house full of kids.

I do remember her helping me a little with writing one of my young author stories in the 4th grade. It was titled "Brother Free Gum." Magical chewing gum that made annoying brothers disappear. Ha. It won first prize.

I love that now I am old enough to appreciate her. To be friends with her.

lunch with Auntie, Mom and me