This is my mom when she was young…looks like elementary school, but probably junior high or even high school. She is young-looking for her age. Which stinks when you ARE young, but not so much when you are older.
Isn’t she pretty here? And look how my little sister is whining..and my mom is still smiling. That tells you all you need to know about her parenting ability. I never ever remember my mom losing her patience or raising her voice. NEVER!
Here she is with all five of us. We had simple birthdays but always felt really special. We picked out the color of the frosting on our cake, maybe or maybe not had a friend over, and couldn’t wait to run down in the morning and find a perfect pile of presents on the stairs. She stayed sane and nice, and we had the happy day. Hey, that makes sense!
Jump forward tons of years. Here’s my mom and I at my wedding. I look like I’m ready to faint, because I almost am. (But thank you Lord, I don’t.) My mom and I went shopping for her mother-of-the-bride dress. I MADE her buy that outfit. She said, “I don’t have the legs for a short skirt. I’m too old.” I said, “Mom, buy it. If you don’t have the legs for a short skirt, then who does?”
Here’s a picture from the reception later that day. My mom with my two sisters.
Many years later, here she is with my fifth, her 7th grandchild. Look at his face. Is that a perfect kind of “getting kissed by grandma face?” He looks like he has that fuzzy sleepy feeling of total relaxation.
Happy Birthday Mom!