🕊🕊🕊Dear Mother, Happy Mother’s Day🧸❤

My additional flowers I purchased for my mom

I cannot speak for others, but from my personal experience nothing is stronger than the love a mother has for her child❤

In the same, nothing can separate the love or bond between a mother and her daughter- not even death❤❤🕊🕊🕊❤❤

"My Voice" Weblog By Miss LaToya Lawrence

Yesterday was my birthday. I turned 48. I generously received cards and unexpected gifts the day before from the small circle of those in my life who count.

I spent the afternoon honoring and paying tribute to my mother. Afterwards, I went out to eat and have dessert!

I had originally written a beautiful post in lovely detail about the wonderful experience of the day that I intended to publish.

However, when I went to copy my notes, they accidentally went to paste and my entire writings got deleted.

I was so pissed off.

Usually if this occasionally happens, I will end up rewriting an accurate version of events only to have my material turn out even better as if energy was enhancing what I write.

I knew what I had written and was going to post yesterday could not be replaced. It was so perfect in the way I…

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Mother Dear❤

 

 

My mother and I were not alike- we were our own individuals- but we had a lot in common. We got along great! We were more than mother and daughter. We were sisters and best friends❤

A lot of people were jealous of my mom.

My mother was a nice, popular, kind, humorous person in her day, but she was far from a fool and far from a pushover.

She was a literal fighter who had a reputation not to be messed with. She never bothered anyone and she never went around starting trouble.

My mother was very smart/intelligent, and business minded. I get my brains from her and the good side of our family tree.

She helped a lot of people who I feel did not deserve to be helped by her- yet I am sure nothing went unnoticed or overlooked by the God/Jesus she strongly believed in and kept faith in even when I did not out of times of anger toward God.

Those who may have unwisely taken her for granted suffered. God pays back all misdeeds and will sometimes allow us to witness justice/vindication.

My mother had a heart that I did not have. She was a caring person. It pisses me off why she had to go through certain things in life that she did.

Regardless, she was blessed.

We had and shared a lot of good times as we had a lot of luck and spirituality in life.

Memories live on, our love never dies. I am a living part of my mother and she is within me.❤❤❤

 

 

 

 

 

Pet Parents

 

One of the guys I work with is an older Italian man. 
 
He has a miniature-sized dog of thirteen years old who he calls his “baby”. 
 
I told him that I could relate since one of my dogs that I had for seventeen years I considered my bambino. 
 
What both of us additionally have in common is that we are fond of, and preferred big dogs all of our lives, but that this was the first small dog that he ever owned. 

This man absolutely loves his dog and considers himself a father to the canine.

His eyes literally light up, displaying a smile on his face whenever he looks at his dog, and speaks about his Terrier breed. 
 
I know and understand his sentiment. I spent a long part of my life being a pet mommy. 

 

 

Recuperated

 

I feel so much better! 
 
My congestion has disappeared, and my cough has subsided tremendously. 
 
I have healed from my bronchitis. 
 
Aside from drinking herbal teas, I ate three varieties of hot soup for three days in a row. 
 
I remember as a child when my bronchitis would act up my mother would use a vaporizer to steam up the room to help loosen up the mucus in my lungs and sinuses, and so on. 
 
My mommy took such good care of me! 
 
She also used to rub my chest and back with Vick’s Vaporizer Rub. 
 
I am back to my old high-spirited self, minus the chronic, annoying cough that was getting on my nerves.