mosses monday: I...

august 1986
mrs. moss glanced at her husband. "george, i told you she was sherry's daughter," she remarked in her gravelly, sophisticated voice.
she turned her gaze to me. "you look so much like your mother..." 

her nose crinkled as her smile broadened.

precious

a little thing i miss.

immensely
after church, i returned home and changed out of my new, green linen dress into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, pony-tailed my hair, and made my way into the kitchen where my mom was preparing lunch.



"well, did you join the church this morning?" she asked.

"i did," i replied.

"and you'll never guess whom i met today," i continued.

"who?"

(my mom was aware i already knew many of the congregation, which was why i chose that particular church. )

"mr. and mrs. moss," i replied.

mom stood for a moment... reflecting.

"awe, you did?" she asked.

"did you tell them who are?"
"i didn't have to," i continued, "mrs. moss already knew."
mom looked at me...

i told her about the conversation i had had with mrs. moss...

all the while,
 my mom's mind seemed to travel

to another place in time.

(to be continued...)

love and God's blessings,
dani xx
ps you will find earlier entries in ascending order on my side bar entitled, "our love story":)