That's a sweet story, Rae. And cool that you think of your Mom every time we watch the birds.
My Mom died 23 years ago. I remember she always made time to talk to me when I came home from college. She was busy working and going to college part time herself, but she always made time for me. Often my sisters and I would hang out on the kitchen floor and talk to my Mom for hours. We look back now and wonder why we sat on the kitchen floor, the most uncomfortable place in the house to sit! That's a fond memory I have of my Mom.
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