Today I felt a definite pull on my heartstrings. Not a subtle pull, but a full force tug.
I was shopping at Barnes & Noble and everything was fine. Got in line to pay, then I noticed a Valentine display.
Now, if you knew anything about my mom you would know that not a single Valentine's Day would pass without a card, a candy, and a kiss. It just wouldn't happen. And the tradition carried on with my children.
I digress.
I got out of line to grab a Valentine card for my granny. A sweet gesture, just like what my mom would have done. Got some chocolates too. But no matter where I looked there wasn't a single Granny card to be found. Only Mom cards.
Something made me reach out and grab it. The card.
The second I pulled it out I knew, that had it been this time last year my mom would have loved it.
Perfectly Mary Engelbreit. Her love, her passion, her Mary.
The I saw the writing. The same expression that my mom has posted in her sewing room.
A mother holds her childrens hands for awhile, their hearts forever.
It was perfect. So I bought it.
And by the time I reached the counter I was in full blown tears. The poor saleslady didn't know what to say, so she tried to make small talk. Poor saleslady. Must not be everyday that you get a blubbering fool at your counter.
I filled the card out, and went straight to the local P.O.
And after sitting in my car for what felt like an eternity, I mailed that card.
Right to my Granny's house. Because that is where my beautiful momma in her beautiful angel urn rests. And one day I will have her home with me. But for now, her momma, my granny needs her there.
And knowing my granny... she will consume the entire box of Godiva's while reading my card to my momma. And that, to me, is perfect.
