Thank you mom, for the things you taught me about God and His creation. I still share these things with my kids, and I remember all the snakes, frogs, cuts and bruises you had to contend with on a daily basis. I remember picking blackberries, and the smell of fresh cobbler coming from the kitchen. You extended your love to include the whole neighborhood, and you always let the kids participate no matter how much mess we made. You were there when I caught my first fish, and you were there to pull out all the bones before I ate it. I love you mom, and I hope I'm able to teach my children all the things you taught me.
Forty years old and still in awe of the outdoors.