I imagine that it was a cold, January day in Detroit, 1947, when little Eve came into this world. She was the first of four beautiful girls born to Anthony and Helen.
The blond curls of her tow-headed youth faded at some point to the short, brown hair that we always knew.
So too, her shyness as a girl later gave way to the chatty-with-anyone Mom that sometimes made us, inpatient children, sigh in exasperation in the grocery store line.
Yet she showed us how to love, just by being who she was.
Simply by taking the time to have a friendly conversation with a stranger, or bringing a glass of cool lemonade to a worker in the yard, or giving her freshly, baked goods to the staff at Dentist office, or making her Fluffy Buttermilk Blueberry Pancakes when your friends came over…all her simple acts of love were saying “you are special”. Such a beautiful reflection of God, who provides so many little and big ways to let us know of His love and care for us.
She made us laugh by making herself laugh.
She would thoughtlessly shake her foot on the bed as she tore through the paperback pages of her library romance novels.
She would tell you all the ingredients, measurements, and instructions to a recipe that you didn’t realize you wanted.
She would say, “Better let you go,” at least three times around the end of a phone conversation before she actually would let you go.
She would have your favorite meal on the table when you came home for a visit.
She spent many evenings playing cards or board games.
She would befriend someone that she just met outside a movie theater.
She loved us incomparably.
As did we.
It is the first time that we are celebrating her birthday without her physically present…tough stuff. Not a day goes by that we don’t think of her or miss her.
Mom, it gives me peace that you are forever happy and whole now. You ran the race with endurance, rest in the greatest Love of all now.
As for us, today we will celebrate your life, that gave us life; the joy that brought many joy; and the love that made others feel so loved.
Love you, my Mom, my hero.