I was reading something a little while ago that had the words bushel and peck in it. All of a sudden, I could hear my Mom clear as day singing….
I love you
a bushel and a peck!
My mom had a beautiful singing voice, but she would sing this in a funny voice. Sometimes I would sing along. I can hear it right now as I type this….
…. A bushel and a peck
and a hug around the neck….
I talked to John about it and he got this little smile. He said:
My mom would sing “Beautiful Dreamer” in the mornings to wake us up. She would sing it as badly as possible with lots of flat notes and very loud….
I can just picture a small John burying his head further into the pillow and complaining. And his mom just singing worse and worse to drive them out of bed….
It’s the kind of thing that brings it all home in your heart. We talked about that too. His mom has been gone since 1982 and he still feels times when he desperately wishes to see her one more time, to hear that song waking him up again, or all the other million things.
….a hug around the neck
and a barrel and a heap!
I miss my mom.