I have a million things to say. I have even more things to ask. Six years ago I said goodbye to my mom and I still miss her so much. My friend Nikki told me she sees my mom in Emma. Words can't express how that makes me feel. I wish they could have met. Mom would have loved Emma. Emma would have loved her. We talk about her often and Emma talks like she knows her. She knows that Grandma Evelyn made her velvety-soft, marroon pillow that she sleeps on. She knows that Grandma Evelyn is hanging out with Jesus now. Gosh, I miss her. I miss her voice, her laugh, her frown when I say something ornery, her smell, her hugs. I even miss getting in trouble and hearing, "SANDRA LOUISE!!!" Oh, how I'd love to get in trouble again, if it meant I could hear her yell at me! I'm missing her more every year. She was a pretty amazing woman. She was a pretty amazing mom.
