I grew up with a stay-at-home mom, Florence Thomas. The type of mom that did all the cooking and cleaning, that did everything for the family while dad worked. My family was not wealthy, but we had millions when it came to love.
I remember year after year finding a newly made dress laid out on my bed. Mom would go to Edward’s Dime Store, buy the fabric and make my sister and I a new dress.They were not fancy, but I thought they were beautiful.
As I got older, I realized they were more than pretty new dresses — it was love.
I have been blessed with two girls that I have raised with the same gift of love I received from my mom. Mom, you are sadly missed, but the gift of love carries on through later generations.