Today , my mom would have been 74. Her birthday was only ten days after mine, and growing up, I loved that it worked out that way. No matter how old I was, I was always able to buy my mom a wonderful birthday gift, because I always got money from my real dad for my birthday, and every year, I spent it on her. She hated that I did this...but seriously, I always loved to give my mom presents, right up until she died. Last year on her birthday, I felt very strongly that it could be her last one and I insisted that everyone---meaning all of my kids, and both of my sisters, be there. It was a great day. She had just been released from the hospital the day before and she looked awful in the pictures that were taken, but she looked wonderful to me, to all of us. Later --when she was feeling better, she told me how embarrassed she was of how bad she looked in the photos. To the rest of us, we were so grateful that she was still with us on one more birthday, we all thought she looked beautiful. Today, I am very grateful for that wonderful day last year. To say I miss her would be a bit of an understatement. However, for her---I am truly grateful that she is no longer suffering, and I have no doubt where she is now.
Happy birthday, Momma. I love you.