Happiest of Birthdays to my Marmee! I often read Little Women in December, which means that Mrs. March is on the brain whenever my mom's birthday rolls around. I can't help but note the similarities between these women, and am so very thankful to have a friend, mentor and confidante in my own Marmee.
|Mother's Day, 2001|
One of the dearest portraits in the story is still echoed in our home, and has been for years and years. It represents the love, support, cheering and tenderness that Krista, Johnny and I grew up with and know still today:
They always looked back before turning the corner, for their mother was always at the window,
to nod and smile, and wave her hand to them. Somehow it seemed as if they couldn't have gone through the day without that; for, whatever their mood might be, the last glimpse of that motherly face was sure to affect them like sunshine.
So today I'm grateful for the sunshine in our lives, and the nods and smiles that have lifted our spirits and inspired our souls to go out into the world -- yet always with a look back and a special wave for our Marmee, faithfully standing at the "waving window."