More and more I realize how fortunate I’ve been to have family in my life, who are what I think of as my “Balcony People.” Someone (I can’t remember who or how long ago), wrote a book I read about the people in your life who you can count on to be there always cheering you on, no matter what. I’ve had that with my family all my life and what a huge blessing! It started with my grandmas, grandpas, aunts and uncles, and of course, my dad and mom.
Linda Jane Jacob, my dear sweet mother, is one of my Balcony People. In her eyes I can do no wrong (nor can any of my siblings!) She thinks we all work way too hard, too many hours, etc. etc. She would do anything in the world for me. That’s a true Balcony Person.
It’s not unusual for me to call her early in the morning, rain pouring, wind blowing, “Mom, would you be able to pick me one last bunch of forsythia?” She replies, “Sure, no problem, when will you be here?” I say, “Ten minutes.”
She wouldn’t be happy about this picture, as this isn’t her usual dressed-to-the-nines-self. She’s always the one with the coordinated outfit, matching purse, earrings and shoes. But remember, I just got her out of bed to pick forsythia! So, she’s sporting her new gardening boots from Sunflower Flats, her stocking hat, and her helpful side-kick Corgi named Bella.
She’s my mom, always and forever my Balcony Person.