So as another day begins, regardless of how hot or bitter cold or tough or uneventful this day is, I am grateful for another day. Another chance!
Thursday, July 12, 2018
I made it!
After three days of less than fun stomach issues/flu I feel human again. No gory details, just an appreciation for feeling good and back to normal, or at least making my way back to normal! It is nice to wake up with energy, not pain. (I am not a good sick person, but who is and who wants to be?) And this has me thinking about all those people who wake up each morning with pain. Those who struggle to get out of bed be it physical or other kinds of pain. Wow, how blessed I am!
So as another day begins, regardless of how hot or bitter cold or tough or uneventful this day is, I am grateful for another day. Another chance!
So as another day begins, regardless of how hot or bitter cold or tough or uneventful this day is, I am grateful for another day. Another chance!
Wednesday, June 27, 2018
Keeping memories
There are all types of people when it comes to being sentimental. Some people hang on to everything, ticket stubs, old t-shirts and artwork from elementary school. Some people toss and hang on to nothing. Memories are the best, no one can take those away from you. I'd like to think I'm a happy medium when it comes to memories. I tried to keep a folder of papers and artwork for each of my kids throughout their school years, each grade, so they could someday look back on the stuff and it would bring them happiness, good memories, and some laughs!
This summer is the summer of cleaning out and as I put it "purging"! It is time to clean out, clean up and get rid of. All my kids have their own homes and I am giving them their memories. The books, clothes, toys, photos, artwork, jersey's, dresses and such. I get the feeling that most of the items I'm delivering will probably be going to the garbage or goodwill...this is totally their choice. I get that. But as someone who has very, very little from her youth I hope they someday aren't saying "I wish I had" or "I wish I'd kept"some items from their youth. You see it is good to look back, read old journals, look at elementary artwork or report cards put on your high school jersey or prom dress. This is all of what makes us who we are, us!
I wish I had items from my youth, the kindergarten family picture I drew of my entire family in swimsuits, or journals I wrote or books I'd read over and over again and were the favorites that I would have passed along to my kids when they were younger to read. Such happy and precious memories that I wish I could have shared with my kids. But that stuff is gone and are just my memories now.
No one can take your memories away from you. But having remembrances and keepsakes of days gone by and people who are no longer here are a special treasure. Sharing things from our youth and school year with your own children is a cool thing as well.
But once I give their stuff to them, it is theirs to do as they want...keep, toss or donate. I just have one hope, that they take the time, sit down, look at and go through the boxes of memories one more time and it brings them a smile or two one last time before they do whatever they do with the items. It's what makes you individual and unique.
I know it is all just stuff, just remember what you think is clutter and junk now someone someday might say, this was my dad's jersey or this was my mom's prom dress or a card from my great grandparents given to my dad or mom when they were my age. It's all in perspective, memories are precious. After all, I have my mom's wedding dress from 73 years ago. I have no idea what to do with it. But I know it brings me happiness when I open the box and look at it and remember photos from my parent's wedding and how beautiful my mom looked. Or the handmade rocking chairs my dad made for each of my kids, what a wonderful keepsake for them, something I've never had from my grandparents. Take the time and do more than live in the moment, keep those memories close.
This summer is the summer of cleaning out and as I put it "purging"! It is time to clean out, clean up and get rid of. All my kids have their own homes and I am giving them their memories. The books, clothes, toys, photos, artwork, jersey's, dresses and such. I get the feeling that most of the items I'm delivering will probably be going to the garbage or goodwill...this is totally their choice. I get that. But as someone who has very, very little from her youth I hope they someday aren't saying "I wish I had" or "I wish I'd kept"some items from their youth. You see it is good to look back, read old journals, look at elementary artwork or report cards put on your high school jersey or prom dress. This is all of what makes us who we are, us!
I wish I had items from my youth, the kindergarten family picture I drew of my entire family in swimsuits, or journals I wrote or books I'd read over and over again and were the favorites that I would have passed along to my kids when they were younger to read. Such happy and precious memories that I wish I could have shared with my kids. But that stuff is gone and are just my memories now.
No one can take your memories away from you. But having remembrances and keepsakes of days gone by and people who are no longer here are a special treasure. Sharing things from our youth and school year with your own children is a cool thing as well.
But once I give their stuff to them, it is theirs to do as they want...keep, toss or donate. I just have one hope, that they take the time, sit down, look at and go through the boxes of memories one more time and it brings them a smile or two one last time before they do whatever they do with the items. It's what makes you individual and unique.
I know it is all just stuff, just remember what you think is clutter and junk now someone someday might say, this was my dad's jersey or this was my mom's prom dress or a card from my great grandparents given to my dad or mom when they were my age. It's all in perspective, memories are precious. After all, I have my mom's wedding dress from 73 years ago. I have no idea what to do with it. But I know it brings me happiness when I open the box and look at it and remember photos from my parent's wedding and how beautiful my mom looked. Or the handmade rocking chairs my dad made for each of my kids, what a wonderful keepsake for them, something I've never had from my grandparents. Take the time and do more than live in the moment, keep those memories close.
Wednesday, June 6, 2018
Half empty or half full
There are some days when I do see the glass as half empty or the day mostly cloudy. But I'd like to think a majority of the time I see the glass not only half full but I appreciate the fact that the glass can be refilled! And I'd like to think that I look at the sky as mostly sunny rather than mostly cloudy.
When you work, live or are around people who are doom and gloom and minor life happenings are a catastrophe well you either fall into their wallow and negative mindset or you battle to be and do the opposite. If I wasn't a "let's do this" or an "I'll try just about anything" kind of person I'd live in an old house that would still have 100-year-old wallpaper on the walls and ceilings, there would still be carpet in my bathrooms, there would be overgrown trees and bushes in my yard and the list goes on and on, but you get my point.
We all know and have the "problem for every situation" kind of people in our lives. They always have a negative for even the smallest things in life. I'm not sure how these people get out of bed every day but I'm sure it must be a negative experience and a "poor me" kind of mentality because they do have to get out of bed. I look at each morning as God seeing to give me another day. I'm not a morning person but we all have to get up and going every day and there are people in this world who can't get out of bed each day and wish they could. And yes I have aches and pains but that means I am alive and I can get out of bed. Sore muscles and pain mean I am able to do things and get around. I am alive.
I've turned off, tuned out and ignored the people who have a problem for every solution, life is too short and sooner or later the negative and poor me mentality takes its toll. I'm sure I've had my moments of seeing the problem rather than the solution, and I hope I haven't become one because I do live with and work with these types of people. Life is too short people. Each day is a gift and each day is an opportunity to try again. We don't all get it right and we are not perfect but we are given the opportunity. But instead of comparing yourself to others and seeing things as negative and bad, appreciate what you DO have. It is hard to live with someone who always sees life as poor and bad and sees and points out the negative. I choose to ignore and walk away. But there are times I just want to kick people in the shins and tell them "we've got it pretty damn nice" or "if you can't say anything nice then don't say anything at all". It is hard to stay positive when the world is such a negative place, but it is all in your perspective. I try to find a solution for every problem rather than a problem for every solution and end each day with what I do have rather than what I don't. I don't have the best of everything. I've got aches and pains and bills and there are things I'd like to change but more so I appreciate what I DO have. There is so much to be thankful for, and I remember and thank God for that every night before I go to sleep and again when I open my eyes in the mornings. This is what makes me appreciate and always looking for the positive and solutions in life.
When you work, live or are around people who are doom and gloom and minor life happenings are a catastrophe well you either fall into their wallow and negative mindset or you battle to be and do the opposite. If I wasn't a "let's do this" or an "I'll try just about anything" kind of person I'd live in an old house that would still have 100-year-old wallpaper on the walls and ceilings, there would still be carpet in my bathrooms, there would be overgrown trees and bushes in my yard and the list goes on and on, but you get my point.
We all know and have the "problem for every situation" kind of people in our lives. They always have a negative for even the smallest things in life. I'm not sure how these people get out of bed every day but I'm sure it must be a negative experience and a "poor me" kind of mentality because they do have to get out of bed. I look at each morning as God seeing to give me another day. I'm not a morning person but we all have to get up and going every day and there are people in this world who can't get out of bed each day and wish they could. And yes I have aches and pains but that means I am alive and I can get out of bed. Sore muscles and pain mean I am able to do things and get around. I am alive.
I've turned off, tuned out and ignored the people who have a problem for every solution, life is too short and sooner or later the negative and poor me mentality takes its toll. I'm sure I've had my moments of seeing the problem rather than the solution, and I hope I haven't become one because I do live with and work with these types of people. Life is too short people. Each day is a gift and each day is an opportunity to try again. We don't all get it right and we are not perfect but we are given the opportunity. But instead of comparing yourself to others and seeing things as negative and bad, appreciate what you DO have. It is hard to live with someone who always sees life as poor and bad and sees and points out the negative. I choose to ignore and walk away. But there are times I just want to kick people in the shins and tell them "we've got it pretty damn nice" or "if you can't say anything nice then don't say anything at all". It is hard to stay positive when the world is such a negative place, but it is all in your perspective. I try to find a solution for every problem rather than a problem for every solution and end each day with what I do have rather than what I don't. I don't have the best of everything. I've got aches and pains and bills and there are things I'd like to change but more so I appreciate what I DO have. There is so much to be thankful for, and I remember and thank God for that every night before I go to sleep and again when I open my eyes in the mornings. This is what makes me appreciate and always looking for the positive and solutions in life.
Friday, May 11, 2018
When problems were small
I was a shy child. Growing up on a farm, five miles out of town, I didn't go to daycare and my playmates were my older siblings. So when I went to kindergarten it was a scary experience. I think they would call it social anxiety now or separation anxiety. I didn't have a lot of social skills.
And my biggest problems and fear when I got over the culture shock was how kids treated me (being a redhead with big blue eyes kids would pick on me) and my issues with the alphabet! Yep, I struggled with the alphabet! I always got the letters M and N mixed up, I couldn't remember which one came first and I used to fret and worry and get worked up about it. I remember my older brother sitting in the car with me before going into school trying to help me remember M before N! Ahh....those were the days. Don't sweat the small stuff would be a good piece of advice then.
My mom used to say when you are small your troubles are small, when you get bigger the troubles get bigger. She usually used this reference when referring to your own children. When they are babies you worry about them eating enough or if they are warm or cold and that kind of thing. As they get older the worries get bigger, are they keeping up with other kids their age, reading-wise or growth-wise. And as they hit the teenage years you worry about the friends they have, or who's house they are at and then they go to college and you worry if they are making good choices, if you've taught them enough. Or if they are safe. And when they become adults you worry if they are happy, they like their job, or if they can find a job or the right house that they want to buy....the worries change as your kids get older. I understand what my mom meant all so well and why she always said she prayed for all her kids all the time!
And now I add a new perspective to my worrying, a grandchild. Once again the parent worry, coming from experience, kicks in. But in all of this I've learned over the years that I'm not alone. My worrying is just what you do when you care and love someone. But learning to put it all in God's hands is something I forget. He's got this. And all the worrying in the world isn't going to do any good. God is not going to give us anything that HE and I can't handle TOGETHER.
So as my 30th mother's day rolls around and takes on a new perspective with a grandchild on the way, I can't help but think back to how clueless and inexperienced and not understanding what my mom meant by those words back 30 years ago was as I waiting for my son to arrive. I've learned a ton over the past 30 years. And I couldn't have done it without God's help!
Happy Mother's day to all the moms and dads out there. Most all have filled the roll of both/either/or to their kids.
And my biggest problems and fear when I got over the culture shock was how kids treated me (being a redhead with big blue eyes kids would pick on me) and my issues with the alphabet! Yep, I struggled with the alphabet! I always got the letters M and N mixed up, I couldn't remember which one came first and I used to fret and worry and get worked up about it. I remember my older brother sitting in the car with me before going into school trying to help me remember M before N! Ahh....those were the days. Don't sweat the small stuff would be a good piece of advice then.
My mom used to say when you are small your troubles are small, when you get bigger the troubles get bigger. She usually used this reference when referring to your own children. When they are babies you worry about them eating enough or if they are warm or cold and that kind of thing. As they get older the worries get bigger, are they keeping up with other kids their age, reading-wise or growth-wise. And as they hit the teenage years you worry about the friends they have, or who's house they are at and then they go to college and you worry if they are making good choices, if you've taught them enough. Or if they are safe. And when they become adults you worry if they are happy, they like their job, or if they can find a job or the right house that they want to buy....the worries change as your kids get older. I understand what my mom meant all so well and why she always said she prayed for all her kids all the time!
And now I add a new perspective to my worrying, a grandchild. Once again the parent worry, coming from experience, kicks in. But in all of this I've learned over the years that I'm not alone. My worrying is just what you do when you care and love someone. But learning to put it all in God's hands is something I forget. He's got this. And all the worrying in the world isn't going to do any good. God is not going to give us anything that HE and I can't handle TOGETHER.
So as my 30th mother's day rolls around and takes on a new perspective with a grandchild on the way, I can't help but think back to how clueless and inexperienced and not understanding what my mom meant by those words back 30 years ago was as I waiting for my son to arrive. I've learned a ton over the past 30 years. And I couldn't have done it without God's help!
Happy Mother's day to all the moms and dads out there. Most all have filled the roll of both/either/or to their kids.
Friday, April 13, 2018
Change your outlook
Everyone needs an attitude adjustment every so often, a change of scenery, a day off, time away, quiet time or time spent with people who make you happy and laugh and forget the worries and stress of life.
On a sort of whim I went to a concert last night, a Christian concert. This was my first Christian concert and honestly I can say, I needed this. No it was not like one of those revivals but it was pretty uplifting and attitude changing. I didn't know every song that was played but having the words to each song up on the big screen was pretty cool-it helped deliver the message. And to be honest hearing all those voices sing along was pretty amazing.
But one of the most amazing parts was when the lead singer from Mercy Me, Bart Millard, ask everyone to sing along to the next song in their set, with no words on the screen. Well hearing several thousand people sing, with no accompaniment, Amazing Grace, was moving to say the least. The volume and feeling of love and unity was very obvious.
If you didn't know the bands and their music that played and didn't know the words to the songs you would have labeled it another rock concert. But it was far more. It was a concert where each song spoke a message, and shared love and was to comfort, or something you could relate to or make you feel good, or all of those.
The song, "I can only imagine" and now movie, both send a powerful message. The song written by Millard after his dad, who was abusive, died from cancer will make you think, appreciate and touch your heart. Hearing it live was an amazing experience as I have wondered what it will be like, when that day comes.
What I'm trying to say here is do something for you. Do something good for your soul. Something that will adjust your attitude and make you happy. Every day is a gift.
And if you want to be happy listen to Mercy Me's Happy Dance song...it will make you want to get up and do a happy dance.
On a sort of whim I went to a concert last night, a Christian concert. This was my first Christian concert and honestly I can say, I needed this. No it was not like one of those revivals but it was pretty uplifting and attitude changing. I didn't know every song that was played but having the words to each song up on the big screen was pretty cool-it helped deliver the message. And to be honest hearing all those voices sing along was pretty amazing.
But one of the most amazing parts was when the lead singer from Mercy Me, Bart Millard, ask everyone to sing along to the next song in their set, with no words on the screen. Well hearing several thousand people sing, with no accompaniment, Amazing Grace, was moving to say the least. The volume and feeling of love and unity was very obvious.
If you didn't know the bands and their music that played and didn't know the words to the songs you would have labeled it another rock concert. But it was far more. It was a concert where each song spoke a message, and shared love and was to comfort, or something you could relate to or make you feel good, or all of those.
The song, "I can only imagine" and now movie, both send a powerful message. The song written by Millard after his dad, who was abusive, died from cancer will make you think, appreciate and touch your heart. Hearing it live was an amazing experience as I have wondered what it will be like, when that day comes.
What I'm trying to say here is do something for you. Do something good for your soul. Something that will adjust your attitude and make you happy. Every day is a gift.
And if you want to be happy listen to Mercy Me's Happy Dance song...it will make you want to get up and do a happy dance.
Tuesday, April 10, 2018
Happy National Siblings Day
I didn't know there was such a day as Happy National Siblings Day but yes there is and here we are.
I've been blessed with four older siblings. And yes I was an unplanned surprise (no comments here, we're just going to go with that)!
My oldest sister was 16 going on 17 and left home before I remembered her very much. I remember her visits as a little girl being a big ordeal. And then my sister, Mary Ann, moved back to our hometown to teach while I was in high school. I got to know my sister and enjoyed our relationship. It wasn't until later looking back that I appreciate the opportunity I had to get to know my oldest sister. Mary Ann reminds me so much of my mom that it brings me a lot of comfort to be around her and I call her when I really miss my mom. She is one of the strongest people I know and calm and level headed are her strongest points.
My second sister was 14 when I was born and again before I realized or remembered she was off to see the world. I remember my sister Carol being fun and coming home to pick me up from school and as she has been many times, been mistaken for my mom. I'm sure she didn't appreciate these times and I was oblivious to it. But I always took it as a compliment as I've always thought Carol to be the good looking one of the bunch! Carol is tenacious and a go-getter. She is a force!
Big brother, Dick, was always a kind and gentle force in my life. He is one of the most easy going people I know and he would do just about anything for anyone. He has one of the kindest hearts I've ever met. He has endured some tough times and I am in awe of his strength. He never minded taking his little sitter along, be it giving me a ride in the little red wagon or along on a date with his future wife. Dick helped set the bar high in how a man should treat a woman in my eyes.
Dean, my younger of two older brothers, he and I have been through a lot. I remember Dean tormenting and knowing how to push my buttons as a kid. And he would take my toys apart and never be able to get them back together correctly when we were kids. But Dean is one of the strongest guys I know. He knows how to work. Our tempers clashed on numerous occasions-it comes from both of us being redheads. But honestly I would not have wanted to go through the tough times that we did with anyone else. Dean is a workaholic but I have no doubt one of the best friends a person could ever ask for.
There they all are, in a nutshell. We've had our disagreements, fights, times of not speaking to one another but when times have been tough we've been there either right behind or silently supporting one another. We were all raised the same but yet turned out differently. Some of us are more like dad, some more like mom and maybe one of us a good mixture of both! Regardless they are my siblings and God put us in the same family and the way we are for a variety of reasons. I love them and wish them each a blessed and happy day.
I've been blessed with four older siblings. And yes I was an unplanned surprise (no comments here, we're just going to go with that)!
My oldest sister was 16 going on 17 and left home before I remembered her very much. I remember her visits as a little girl being a big ordeal. And then my sister, Mary Ann, moved back to our hometown to teach while I was in high school. I got to know my sister and enjoyed our relationship. It wasn't until later looking back that I appreciate the opportunity I had to get to know my oldest sister. Mary Ann reminds me so much of my mom that it brings me a lot of comfort to be around her and I call her when I really miss my mom. She is one of the strongest people I know and calm and level headed are her strongest points.
My second sister was 14 when I was born and again before I realized or remembered she was off to see the world. I remember my sister Carol being fun and coming home to pick me up from school and as she has been many times, been mistaken for my mom. I'm sure she didn't appreciate these times and I was oblivious to it. But I always took it as a compliment as I've always thought Carol to be the good looking one of the bunch! Carol is tenacious and a go-getter. She is a force!
Big brother, Dick, was always a kind and gentle force in my life. He is one of the most easy going people I know and he would do just about anything for anyone. He has one of the kindest hearts I've ever met. He has endured some tough times and I am in awe of his strength. He never minded taking his little sitter along, be it giving me a ride in the little red wagon or along on a date with his future wife. Dick helped set the bar high in how a man should treat a woman in my eyes.
Dean, my younger of two older brothers, he and I have been through a lot. I remember Dean tormenting and knowing how to push my buttons as a kid. And he would take my toys apart and never be able to get them back together correctly when we were kids. But Dean is one of the strongest guys I know. He knows how to work. Our tempers clashed on numerous occasions-it comes from both of us being redheads. But honestly I would not have wanted to go through the tough times that we did with anyone else. Dean is a workaholic but I have no doubt one of the best friends a person could ever ask for.
There they all are, in a nutshell. We've had our disagreements, fights, times of not speaking to one another but when times have been tough we've been there either right behind or silently supporting one another. We were all raised the same but yet turned out differently. Some of us are more like dad, some more like mom and maybe one of us a good mixture of both! Regardless they are my siblings and God put us in the same family and the way we are for a variety of reasons. I love them and wish them each a blessed and happy day.
Monday, April 2, 2018
Happy Birthday in heaven, Mom!
April 2 will always hold a very special place in my heart. It was my mom's birthday! And to tell you the truth my mom, and dad for that matter, really knew how to make their birthday's special. They always made my brother's and sister's birthday's special growing up also.
But as my parent's got older they really made their days, birthday and anniversary, special. They'd celebrate all day long in a variety of ways. From going to church to coffee with friends and relatives. Lunch at a favorite place and a favorite meal for supper, playing cards with family and friends. And of course, birthday cake or pie. It was always a celebration, all day long, or several days sometimes! They set the bar and standards high for celebrating birthday's.
I have a lot of fond memories as a kid of my birthdays. But to be honest I remember more details of my parent's birthday's than mine! And now since they are both gone I celebrate their birth day here on earth. Usually with an extra prayer and a favorite food of theirs. It brings back happy and good memories.
My memories of my mom's birthday brings me back to my first communion back when I was in 2nd grade. I won't mention what year it was, but it was not only my first communion day, but it was my mom's birthday and Easter. The trifecta in celebrations. I know it pleased my mom for me to make my first communion on her birthday, I'm sure that's why I chose the day! This was back in the day when we could choose when to make our first communion rather than at the mass for all 2nd graders. It was a thing at that time. This was a big day. I remember lots of food, a cake and a yellow first communion dress that I'm pretty sure my mom had a big hand in picking out since it was her favorite color! I didn't have the preverbal white first communion dress with a veil like my sisters. Again another trend of the times. This was one of my favorite memories of my mom's birthday.
Then there was the year there was a blizzard that dumped a LOT of snow on April 2. I remember missing several days of school! My parent's always had a saying that the day takes after the person. This was all done in good humor. Some years April 2nd was very spring like, other years it was wintery and cold or the year of the blizzard! Unpredictable was the best way to describe my mom's birthday weather! I did some google research and for what it was worth it was 67-degrees and sunny on the day my mom was born, that seems appropriate!
And in my mom's last years on earth I always took the day off of work and would drive over to spend her day with her. We'd get her favorite food. And we'd have ice cream and there was always some yellow, from what she was wearing that day, to the main color of a lot of her birthday cards to flowers and the icing on her cake. My mom loved yellow!
So this year is the sixth birthday I celebrated without my mom. I miss her everyday and I know the birthday's in heaven have to be pretty special, lots of yellow, strawberries, chicken and smiles and laughter for mom.
Happy Birthday in heaven. If you celebrate as much in heaven as you did on earth I'm sure it one fun and happy day! Love and miss you mom.
But as my parent's got older they really made their days, birthday and anniversary, special. They'd celebrate all day long in a variety of ways. From going to church to coffee with friends and relatives. Lunch at a favorite place and a favorite meal for supper, playing cards with family and friends. And of course, birthday cake or pie. It was always a celebration, all day long, or several days sometimes! They set the bar and standards high for celebrating birthday's.
I have a lot of fond memories as a kid of my birthdays. But to be honest I remember more details of my parent's birthday's than mine! And now since they are both gone I celebrate their birth day here on earth. Usually with an extra prayer and a favorite food of theirs. It brings back happy and good memories.
My memories of my mom's birthday brings me back to my first communion back when I was in 2nd grade. I won't mention what year it was, but it was not only my first communion day, but it was my mom's birthday and Easter. The trifecta in celebrations. I know it pleased my mom for me to make my first communion on her birthday, I'm sure that's why I chose the day! This was back in the day when we could choose when to make our first communion rather than at the mass for all 2nd graders. It was a thing at that time. This was a big day. I remember lots of food, a cake and a yellow first communion dress that I'm pretty sure my mom had a big hand in picking out since it was her favorite color! I didn't have the preverbal white first communion dress with a veil like my sisters. Again another trend of the times. This was one of my favorite memories of my mom's birthday.
Then there was the year there was a blizzard that dumped a LOT of snow on April 2. I remember missing several days of school! My parent's always had a saying that the day takes after the person. This was all done in good humor. Some years April 2nd was very spring like, other years it was wintery and cold or the year of the blizzard! Unpredictable was the best way to describe my mom's birthday weather! I did some google research and for what it was worth it was 67-degrees and sunny on the day my mom was born, that seems appropriate!
And in my mom's last years on earth I always took the day off of work and would drive over to spend her day with her. We'd get her favorite food. And we'd have ice cream and there was always some yellow, from what she was wearing that day, to the main color of a lot of her birthday cards to flowers and the icing on her cake. My mom loved yellow!
So this year is the sixth birthday I celebrated without my mom. I miss her everyday and I know the birthday's in heaven have to be pretty special, lots of yellow, strawberries, chicken and smiles and laughter for mom.
Happy Birthday in heaven. If you celebrate as much in heaven as you did on earth I'm sure it one fun and happy day! Love and miss you mom.
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