Only you called me "Kori-do"

You asked me once what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said,
"I wanna be like you momma! ...What do you want to be like when you grow up mom?"
"I want to be like you Kori-Do"

The smell of cinnamon and vanilla
The sound of all of my siblings laughing
Watching you baste the turkey while you looked up and winked at me
Tia making fudge while you and her made fun of Grandma Ruth
Cousins in the garage playing video games
Uncles, nephews, nieces riding dirt bikes, playing board games, watching movies
Praying as a family, in thanks, for the blessing God gave us of family

These are things I choose to remember momma. This is how you belong in my heart.  I hope someday I can create the kind of home you did, they way you did, with my own family, my husband, and one day our kids. I miss you so much, and I am thinking of you everyday. -Your Bean, Kori-Do