Finally my Mom's grave marker came in. We went out to see it last night and I am so pleased with how it looks. My sister chose the perfect quote for her.
Perfect because her home truly was her hobby.
Of course I knew her name would be across the front, but there is something about actually seeing it. Even though she died in our home, in some ways I still can't believe she is gone.
Within months after my first husband dying, my Mom one day brought over this little cartoon from the newspaper. I loved it then and it seems even more appropriate now. I'm copying it here just the way Mom gave it to me, cut with her pinking sheers. Don't know why, but she cut lots of things out with those pinking sheers, and she always did everything in a hurry.
Guess that quality developed over the years while raising 8 children.