She loved Pepsi on ice. She wouldn’t let herself drink it every day, at most only once or twice a week. I think that way, it was still something special. She was good at that, making little things remarkable. Things like story time and bubblegum, leaves pressed between the pages of a heavy book, flower seed catalogs and nail polish. To this day, a tall glass of iced Pepsi is summertime on the porch with her. I watch the condensation dripping down the sides to pool underneath and can still hear her humming along to the wind whipping across the Kansas prairie. Just like Mom, I don’t have Pepsi very often. And it does make it special: it makes me think of her.
Love it..made me cry. Makes me think of your Mom, my Mom, and the fact that we both know how it feels to remember wonderful quite moments in time with them.March 5, 2013 at 12:15 pm
*hugs*March 6, 2013 at 9:39 am