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Monday, August 2, 2010

Monday Memories

At some point, I think around my jr. or sr. year in high school, MaMa and I started calling my Mom "Boss Lady". We also nicknamed both my parents "The Old People". Our plan was when I got out of college we'd put The Old People in an old folks home and I'd live with MaMa at her house (we'd rent out Mom and Dad's house).

I remember we used to take walks down to the other little boy's church (a Lutheran church down the street from her house).

MaMa would also walk with me while I'd ride my bike (back when I had training wheeles). I couldn't help but ride through every puddle I saw. I always seemed to get stuck in the middle of the biggest puddle... so MaMa would have to walk in to rescue me.

I remember spending the night at her house when I was little and sleeping in the bed with her. She would tell me to shut my eyes right before she turned the lights off. She would say count to 10 and then open my eyes and I'd be able to see in the dark. It always worked.

I remember our drives up to Branchville.

I remember when The Old People would go on a trip, we'd laugh and say "You can't hide money".

I remember the way she would rub my back to help me fall asleep.

When I was just months old, she insisted my parents take me to the doctor... they did and found out that I was crying so much because I had an ear infection.

Most of all, I'll always remember the way she always told me she loved me.

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