Today I couldn't help but remember my mother's metamorphosis from the summer I turned 15 years old. She went from "What the heck is that you drug home?" (pile of Model T parts) to "Cars! Cars! Cars! That's all he talks about." To "Yes he's taken apart the differential and fixing the carburetor thingy." to telling folks about my perfectly restored 1925 model T Ford. (Runs in the paint and usually ran on three cylinders.) Thanks for your patience and enthusiasm. Miss you.
M - O - T - H - E - R
"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together, they spell
A word that means the world to me.
Howard Johnson (c. 1915)