Tonight, she sent a care package home with my husband, which nearly caused me to shed tears of joy:
A book on natural healing, with a sticky note on the cover which read, "Amy, Fever is in Chapter 10".
10 pounds of apples.
Half a dozen home-grown tomatoes.
15 pounds of absolutely beautiful russet potatoes.
Two big winter squash.
A Tupperware container filled with hamburger-macaroni hotdish.
(be still my heart...)
A freshly baked apple crisp.... STILL WARM.
I love my mom.