Thoughts & Prayers

Growing up my mom did almost everything. She loved to cook, and practically spoiled me for life with her gourmet meals.

Via my mom's facebook
Roasted Salmon with potatoes & peasShe did all types of project around the house. She built our porch in the backyard, and the patio. She redid our bathrooms, and my bedroom.

Again via my mom's facebook
Her most recent project, the breakfast roomShe was always gardening and growing in our backyard.

Via my mom's flickr account
Blooming jasmine, apricot, plume, & pluot treesShe loved to sew and each year made sure to make a Halloween costume for my brother & I, and even made my prom dress.

Scanned family photo
I believe Halloween '88. My brother & I dressed up as Peter Pan & TinkerbelleShe was my girl scout troop leader and even spent a year as my soccer coach leading us to a first place finish.

And recently with my brother and I out of the house, she's started to get into canning.

again via facebook
Pluot KetchupWhen I had my bat mitzvah, again my mom did so much. She diy-ed my invites while I was away at sleep away camp. (I remember her sending me ribbons samples and asking me to send back the one I wanted to you.) We customized my ceremony, and she edited the whole think and got it printed out bound. She created the thank you cards, and the photo guestbook. She did the centerpieces and I think even my make-up.

Once the boy and I were engaged I knew there were projects I wanted to do, but would need my mom's help, the invitations being the big one. There were also items that my mom herself wanted to do. She didn't want to make the cake (although she did make my godmother's wedding pies for her wedding), but she did want to sew my veil.

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Except my mom is currently in intensive care and has been for the past two weeks. She's battling a rare auto-immune design, dermatomyositis, that has infected her lungs. I was out in California last weekend and at that time, while my mom was suffering and needed oxygen she was at least awake and talking. Except at this point, all there is to do is wait and hope she gets better. It still doesn't feel real, and it's kind of crazy, but at this point we're all hoping and praying that my mom is able to get better and survive. So I'm not really sure how the end this post, except that any thoughts and prayers would of course be appreciated, and share one final picture from Christmas last year.