My heart is sad. For her husband. For my friend. For her family. And for me, because she's such a sweet lady and she was such a good sport about our shenanigans while we were growing up. You know how it is with your best friends' moms.
Mrs. H, here are a few things that come to mind when I remember you:
You were...
The heart with room for one more.
- because, after three boys, you adopted the amazing girl who became my lifelong friend.
- because every year, on some random day, I would arrive at your house to see an entire new wardrobe in your daughter's closet.
- because you encouraged all our memory-making at my favorite place on earth, and one summer you even included me in your week at family camp.
- because you made all those Swedish delicacies, including the only lutefisk I've ever seen.
- because you wouldn't let us go out until your daughter's room was cleaned. And you just rolled your eyes when I did the cleaning.
- because you never knew that I wasn't the only one responsible for eating all the cookie dough.
- because you gave up many hours of sleep so we could giggle all night long.
- because you welcomed me into your home when I needed a break from mine.
The lover of Jesus.
- because you finished the race, faithful to the end. I look forward to seeing you again someday, wonderful lady. We'll make Swedish cookies for the angels. And I promise not to eat all the dough.
(photo stolen from my friend, but I know she won't mind. This is one of my all time favs.)
Lynne - my dear, sweet friend - no words other than THANK YOU for this lovey tribute. I'll be sharing it with Dad (if I can get him to figure out what a blog is and where to click)... Love you more than every chocolate chip ever put in dough, DebB.
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