Matt's grandma has this poem in cross stitch on her wall and I've always thought it was kind of sweet. It's expressive of how I feel for Matt's mom, and what I wish I would have taken the time to tell her before she passed away 3 years ago.
To "His" Mother
"Mother-in-law" they say, and yet,
Somehow I simply can't forget
'Twas you who watched his baby ways,
Who taught him his first hymn of praise;
Who smiled on him with living pride
When he first toddled by your side;
And as I think of this today,
Me thinks that I'd much rather say
Just "Mother."
"Mother-in-law" but oh, 'twas you
Who taught him to be kind and true;
When he was tired, almost asleep,
'Twas to your arms he used to creep;
And when he bruised his tiny knee,
'Twas you who kissed it tenderly;
When he was sad you cheered him too,
And so I'd rather speak of you
As "Mother."
"Mother-in-law" they say, and yet,
Somehow I never shall forget
How very much I owe
To you who taught him how to grow,
You trained your son to look above,
You made of him the man I love;
And so I think of that today,
Ah! Then with thankful heart I'll say
"Our Mother."
~Minnie Price~
From Sugar loaf, we drove to Corcovado and took a bus to the top to see the Cristo Redentor statue.
And here's one more just because I love this picture Dori took.
