Your cooking…breakfast in the morning eggs or pancakes or oatmeal.
Your laugh…big, uncontrollable.
Your love of old movies and movies we watched as kids…arsenic and old lace, home alone, etc.
Your creativity…the art supplies packed up in the garage that indicate art can be created anytime.
Your love for Oliver…your grandpuppy.
Laying in bed with you watching tv.
Your magazines…Martha, better homes…
Your search for a cultural identity you can be proud of.
Your visits to the places and cities and countries I was living in…
|That's my mom on the left|