When I was little I sang a song for my mom in the Primary Mothers Day Sacrament Meeting extravaganza. I’m sure you all remember this little ditty:
“I often.. go walking.. in meadows of clooover”
can’t remember the rest of it but the end goes like this
“dear Mother, all flowers, reeemind me of youuuu”
My singing left MUCH to be desired, but I’ve always been a big showoff so I compensated with lots of swagger. My mom still talks about that special sacrament meeting, even now, even with me as an APOSTATE.