Pride (the good kind) :)

So Mom, this morning I took the kids to run at the track before school.  It was a nice sunny morning, 55 degrees, so we took advantage.  I sat down on a bench to nurse Jane and I noticed a husband and wife, probably in their mid-sixties, walking the track together.  I noticed she was walking pretty slowly, but steadily.  Then I noticed her wig when she came closer.  She was obviously struggling but pushing through and they made it around the track 3 or 4 times.  I wondered if she had just had a treatment, and I felt really proud of her, and proud of you.

So that got me thinking of all the things I'm proud of you for.  There are so many.  Probably because I was hungry, the one I kept thinking about was that I've always been proud of you for being such a great cook.  I was proud when people bid up to $50 a dozen for your cinnamon rolls at the scout auction.  Every time someone came to dinner I was proud of the delicious food you served.  So much so that when they complimented you I felt like they were complimenting me, too. :)

I remember one time you were in charge of the dinner for homemaking. It was probably the March meeting so you wanted it to be special.  You decided to make french crepes.  Usually you went for recipes that were more practical, plentiful and delicious (as a true mother of 6 hungry children plus extras).  I was pretty thrilled not only that you were going to do something so fancy, but that you asked me, Jenny, Melina and Tiare to help you.  I felt like you trusted me to be able to do nice fancy things.  We worked long and hard trying to make those crepes, this was before crepes were really ever eaten in the U.S. and they were pretty new for everyone.  The dinner ones had a savory lemon cheese filling with a lemon sauce.  

After the dinner I remember you were wondering out loud to yourself if it had been the best choice of entrees and whether or not people liked it or had had enough to eat.  At the same time one of the elderly sisters in the ward came into the kitchen.  I can't remember who it was, but she was one of the ladies I admired for her careful appearance and painted nails and perfectly curled white fluffy hair.  Some of the elderly ladies in the ward back then seemed so elegant to me! Anyway, she came in and sincerely complimented you on the delicious dinner, saying that it was light and delicate and delicious and just perfect for the occasion.  I remember I was SOOOO proud of you at that moment.  To me, you were the best cook in the world.

Anyway, just one fun memory from the thousands I have of being proud of you.  I love you, Mom!