I remember so much about her within the short years I had with her. My mother's laugh(hysterical), her voice(so kind), her smile, her pose, her style and elegance. I miss watching her get ready to go somewhere like Church or some place nice with my father. I remember after she would put her lipstick in mirror she would turn to me and make sure to give me a little bit to put on my lips with her finger. "Just enough for a little color" she would say. She was the most beautiful woman in the world to me and I could not wait to show her off at school if she had to visit or to my friends.
She was tall about 5'10 , 5'11" and yeah, I did not get that gene unfortunately. I got my father's 5'8", 5'9" stoutness (I am 5'4"). However, I did adopt her dimple on the left side and her quietness. Those that knew my mother and knew me, tell me that I look like her. I don't know about that because I see myself everyday and I am not really sure if I see her in me. But, I guess she is there.
Christmas....the best time of the year for the Smith family. Still is but, man, as a kid waking up my brother at like 4 a.m. and going downstairs and seeing all the toys laid out...It was truly heaven for me. As you see in the pic above I was pretty occupied with the brand new Rainbow Brite I got to even look at the camera. My mother and father were hard workers and they made sure we (my bro and sisters) hadn't went without. Especially my mother. She was an amazing crafter, sewer, and shopper. My sisters and I still talk about the times we would all go on shopping trips.
|Mama and Me with no front teeth|
Craft Stores shopping was always fun with my mother. She would get a project she would want to do and I would help her do it. She knew I liked art, fashion and drawing because she
|Dad (pops), Mama and Me|
There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about her. She wrote us all personal letters the year before she died. I cherish every word. In the letter she writes that I was her sunshine that God gave her, she also wrote that she knows God has some great plans for me and she wanted me to be strong. To remember to take care of myself and remember that God loves me. To take my problems to him first and he would guide me through. She ends by saying that she loves so much and that she will see me later.
It's testimonial because I've have learned over the years that taking my problems to God first was one of the things I tend to forget. You get so wrapped up in whatever it is and feel like there's no one person to turn to...but God always there.
I miss her. Everyday. For the past 17 years.
Happy Birthday Mama. I love you and I hope I make you proud. :)