Joy

I have had the privilege of thinking of my mother, Joy, all day today. I'm sure it is due to my last blog and a friend of a friend's loss. Well, for me this is a good thing. I've been thinking of her face and laugh all day and smiling in my cube at work. If I can share a memory with you, I would really love to. The first time Tim met my mother stands out in my mind like it was yesterday. We took her to the Georgia National Fair in Perry. I knew she would love him, but was still nervous. I wanted them both to love each other (even though I had only been dating Tim for two short weeks). I remember there was a time when Tim was gone to the bathroom (surprise, surprise, he has a ninety-year old woman's bladder) and during this time my Momma told me, "He will make pretty babies." I laughed and said, "Yes ma'am, I think so too, but not yet." Please remember we had only been dating for two weeks. So, maybe in some motherly instinct sort of way, she knew better than I did that he was the one. And, I agree with her fully...I think we will make beautiful babies. Let me say to her now, that I know it has taken us longer than you would have liked, but those babies will be made. Maybe not tomorrow, but some day.