I miss your soft hands.
I miss your hugs.
I miss calling you and hearing you tell me how wonderful you think I am.
When you're house hunting for my mansion, please make sure it has a wraparound porch with a couple of rocking chairs so we can sit and catch up. And you can tell me things like who shot JFK and I'll tell you things like I totally get you now that I'm a mom with teenagers.
I'll tell you about that Relief Society lesson we had a couple of weeks ago on honoring your parents and how I raised my hand and said that the best way I knew of to honor you was to be the kind of woman you wanted me to be. And how it made me think of The Poem, you know, the one your mother gave to you and you gave it to your daughters...
I whispered my prayer to an angel
As it flew toward the gates of pearl,
And lo, on the wings of morning
God sent me a baby girl.
In her eyes still lingered the starlight
On her cheeks the soft tint of a rose;
She was all that I dreamed of and longed for
From her head to her tiny pink toes.
And I prayed as I nourished my treasure
That her body and mind would grow right,
That life would unfold all its richness
In response to a soul clean and bright.
And I pledged all the love of a mother,
All the spirit of childhood reborn,
All the bonds of a friendship through girlhood,
All the trust through to womanhood’s mourn.
Where I hope to see standing a symbol
Of purity, courage, and love,
Ready to face life undaunted,
Through the prayer that was whispered above.
I will keep striving to live up to that standard.
Thank you for giving me life.
I love you.