I Love You, Cherryle

I've had the best couple of weeks this last part of November. My brother, Chris, came from Puyallup, Washington, to visit and he stayed with my Mom, which is just next door (actually down the hill, across the creek, back up a hill, etc. - it's the country.) Both Derrick and Dori and their families came here for Thanksgiving and stayed for 3 days. My Mom's birthday was during this time, so we had a small dinner for her which included Donald, Chris, Vic and his wife Barbara (another brother that lives locally on Lake Cherokee), Art and me. I have 4 brothers but 2 of them were out of town and couldn't make it here.

My children and grandchildren all tell me they love me with all they have in their hearts. My Mom says she loves me and I know this to be true for 64 years. Donald tells me he loves me with all his being. Each of these has my whole heart and I don't know how that's possible. I suppose only God knows this miracle.

There is something different about when my brothers say "I love you, Cherryle". They don't have to and they are not embarrassed about it. And they said those words this last couple of weeks and my heart sings. Mostly I'm happy that, as their older sister, I didn't screw up their childhoods so much that they can't say it now. So I love you too, Bubbas.