This is my mother, my mom. I’ve never written about what she means to me before because I cry every time. Here she is all of about 22 years old. She is holding her first child, me.
I’d like to tell you all that she means to me but I still can’t stop crying. Its not a bad thing, just love leaking.
Here is my mom, a great grandmother three times over, at age 74 1/2.
Today is her 75th birthday. I called her and she said, “Well, I’m 3/4 of the way there.” She may have a goal of living to 100. Of course she does. That’s my mom.
A lot has happened in the 54 years in between those two pictures…so much I can’t even being to describe in the few minutes I have right now. Let’s just say, incredible is too small of a word to describe her.
Happy birthday, mom! I love you forever, I love you for always.