On Friday the 23rd, I celebrated another year on this earth. I spent the day with my sister and my mother, which we had not done for far to long. My mom wanted to just go out of town and used thrift shops as a reason/excuse to go.
We headed to Helena, chatting about nothing in particular. I love listening to her point of view on life today, as she has seen more than me, and has a real comprehension and understanding of all the turmoil in the world today, and in the past couple of years she really has emphasised more than once that she is frightened, not so much for herself as her grandkids and great-grands and what they shall encounter.
I listen as she speaks of her life, her marriage, her beloved and how much she aches to hear his voice again.
As we drove, we sit for some moments in awe of the beauty of the mountains, each reflecting on this land that God created.
From Helena, we drove to Missoula. Stopping for lunch, then off to some more thrift shops. My mom delights like a child with a new toy at the GPS system she bought second hand. We hit another few thrift stores, glad we dont live there, but pleased to be there for the day.
After a few hours there we head home. My sister made out "like a bandit" finding things she needed for her home. My mom picked up a few things, and me...my passion, books. I found some more of the wishbone books I did not have for the kids. I found a writing curriculum for them, but what thrilled me was two brass oil lamps. (I love having them around for light when the power goes out)
We drove home, stopping in Lincoln along the way. We talked more, enjoyed the sunset, laughed as the GPS tried to take us back to Helena to get onto I15 to get home, on a dirt road we never new was there. As we drove, for a while there was silence, my mom started singing a song I recall her singing to my dad...I listened as I still hear her love for him in her voice.
A day to remember (next time I will try to remember to take my camera)
751. Mom
752. My sister
753. A day to just be with them
754. Canning, the ability to teach myself
755. The pop of the canning jars as they seal
756. The sun set in the mirrors as we drive east, stopping for a moment to breath it in.
767. My beloved, who is out hunting today praying to fill the freezer (and more cans!)
768. lessons from a mother that will never be forgotten.
769. my heart full with my family's love
770. life
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