Saturday we had our first, long-anticipated, Third-Saturday women’s meeting. We’ve had random events and get-togethers, but now we’re trying to have a regular, monthly, meeting.
While there, Lynn, one of our quiet “older” mothers shared a beautiful memory from her childhood.
Every day, a little before her father would be home, her mother stopped whatever she was doing to prepare for his arrival. She would put on a clean dress, tidy her hair and put on a little make-up.
When the father drove in, Lynn would run to greet him and walk with him up to the house, but there was an unspoken understanding that caused her to step aside when they reached the door where her mother waited.
The husband and wife would embrace, kiss, and her father would look at her mother and say,
“The reason a man works hard all day.”