Gifts my mother gave me

Memories of my mother that I haven't thought of in a long time come to mind. It is fall here and that reminded me of my mother hanging clothes to dry on the clothesline. My dad had built us a storage/shed playhouse in the backyard. We stored bikes, wagons and other toys in the playhouse. My brother, sister and I would drag all the things out of the playhouse and make cupcakes with mud, water and leaves. My mother loved to wear big hats with flowers on them. She was quite intimidating with her bouffant hair and a large floral hat, suit and heels. When I first saw her at the funeral home, she didn't look like herself. However as time passed, my gaze softened her features and she resembled her living self. I understand that my dad is making a list, dispensing his possessions. For instance, my sister will get his car, my brother inherits guns and something else, my mother's ring comes to me. Immediately after my mother passed, I couldn't remember gifts she had given to me. But as time passed, I realized that my parents gave us our stoneware dishes that we use everyday. She had gone to a neighborhood garage sale and bought me a pincushion in a lamp shape. She went to a craft show up north and bought me a silk arrangement with a candle. The gifts she gave me with such love mean the world to me.