Oh Vee... you really pulled at my heartstrings with that post. Most definitely, that's a wonderful memory to have of your Mother. I'm fortunate enough to enjoy similar memories of an incredibly kind and gentle, loving Mother, who had the softest skin in the world, and a gazillion freckles on her slender arms. Now she inhabits my dreams... Happy Saturday, friends. Lorraine In a message dated 04/15/2005 10:23:47 PM Pacific Daylight Time, housman@adelphia.net writes: When I got a bit too big to crawl up on her lap, I'd walk over to where she was sitting and rest my head on her lap. It was the same feeling of love. She'd hug me and pat my head and pat my back and the smell of her was so motherly and comfortable.

Dear Lorraine, Thanks for letting me know that you can warmly relate to what I said. I'm also glad that you have treasured memories of your own mother. They're wonderful, aren't they? vee > Oh Vee... you really pulled at my heartstrings with that post. Most > definitely, that's a wonderful memory to have of your Mother. > > I'm fortunate enough to enjoy similar memories of an incredibly kind and > gentle, loving Mother, who had the softest skin in the world, and a > gazillion > freckles on her slender arms. Now she inhabits my dreams...