The last thing my mama did for me before her cancer diagnosis was...
to dress up my door...
with a Fall wreath....
made out of the assorted junk in her craft closet....
because...and I quote...
"Baby, that ladybug thingy on your door has got to go. It looks kinda tacky. Please put this on your door so it looks seasonal, come on now. I can't have your front door lookin' bad."
Thanks mama.
But now, everytime I go through my front door,
I cry.
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