A Salute for a PNNer

I heard in a post today the word 'cockles' mentioned.  Yes, I had heard it used before, but never truly understood what the heck it meant.  So I held out my hand to a wonderful woman. Held out my hand in that frail way you do when you could easily get slapped down for being uneducated on the subject matter. I knew of course that this woman would not ever slap someone down, not even her enemies.  She just isn't that type of person. Ok, well wait, she WOULD beat down her enemies, but would probably THEN, pick them back up, dust them off, look straight into their eyes and say, "So... what's really bugging you? Can I help you?" 

So... I wrote her a personal letter and asked her in a way only I would ask. What the hell is a cockle? Her answer was so delightful, warming, and insightful, I had to share it with all of you.

Cockles are a type of bivalve mollusk, once a staple part of the diet for many British people (you may recall that Sweet Molly Malone once wheeled her wheelbarrow through Dublin’s fair city, crying “cockles and mussels, alive, alive oh!”). They are frequently heart-shaped (their formal zoological genus was at one time Cardium, of the heart), with ribbed shells. Older, yet wiser, people use the phrase "warm the cockles of my heart." Apparently cockles reminded someone way back of the shape of one's heart. It means in her phrase that it touched her heart! 

She consistency oozes MoMness. 

Yes, I am talking of Mother Of Many. 

I would like to take this time to give her a PNN Salute!

Thank you, MoM, for being YOU.