Thank you mom for all the time you took to raise us, all the patience you had to put up with us, and all the wisdom you instilled into us.
Thank you for being the ultimate “domestic engineer”!
We numbered nine of us and yet you still found the time to teach us how to cook, clean, budget our money, and learn about God.
You didn’t let us get away with breaking the rules, but your discipline was always dished out with a healthy dose of love and forgiveness.
When you realized that any of us was developing a hobby you’d support us all the way: Whether it be sitting down to watch a whole game of pro ball with one of the boys or teaching one of us girls how to sew, we always knew you would let us grow to be our own individual persons.
You’d welcome us home from school on cold winter afternoons with fresh, hot, home made bread and a mug of hot cocoa.
You knew how to make the “bestest!” home made spaghetti sauce in the whole wide world!
You knew how to sew home made clothes with such quality that others always complimented the clothing, asking which store they came from.
And thank you for loving our father through all these years, in spite of his PTSD caused by the war he was drafted into. You stuck through his issues, supported his business endeavors, and loved him as your best friend.
Mom you taught us domestic skills, morality, spirituality, unconditional love and commitment.
Thank you for all of it. You are a major part of who I am today, and I can’t express the appreciation I have for you.
I will always love you.