A mother’s touch. A mothers touch is all over her home; from the lace curtains that have been up since her 16th birthday to the designer bag on top of her closet shelf. A mothers touch is all over her home, the clean counters white picket fence and marbel glass tile. The lilac and baby blue hydrangeas sprinkled across the bushes in their front yard. The powdery fur of their freshly washed dog; Scruffy. He’s part of the family. Suzanne, she’s a part of the family too. Her sons my boyfriends hitting partner in singles at the Highlands tournament this weekend. Dylan, he’s part of the family. His mothers touch is all over his home. “A mothers touch” they say, I never knew what it meant until I left my house. Things that are so fresh to others stand out more. Although it takes a while for me to find mine, my daughter will never have to search for hers. In fact, her mothers touch will literally engulf her. Hug her in her sleep and fill her senses when she wakes up in the morning. She’ll run to me for everything because her mothers touch is all over her home. A mothers touch is all over her home.