My mom...

Mom, as a child

Mom, her mom, sister

My brothers, sister, and mom

my mom now, at 80

I was one of those blessed children. A child born to a woman of the fifties who loved her husband and family more than any other thing in the world. My childhood was enchanted and it was my mother who made it so. She was beautiful and talented at homekeeping. Our home was definitely a haven for all of her six children and her husband. She was passionate about making her home cozy and beautiful at the same time. I remember that we were not allowed in my mother's bedroom.(except nap time with mom) It was her space and she had all kinds of lovelies in there. My mother and father went dancing every week on a particular night and that was the only time we were allowed in her room. My little sister and I would sit on her bed and watch her get ready to go out. Sometimes she would put her lipstick on us before sending us out of the room. My mother was one of those women who made every meal an occasion. She was an amazing cook. The table was always set as if we were expecting company. I never did get the hang of that. My mom loved animals and I swear we had every farm animal you can name on our little acreage. My sister and I were talking the other day about just how lucky we were. We both feel that our childhood was magical. My sister and I are a year and a week apart and our birthdays were always celebrated together. Mom always made our birthdays special, always making us feel very important and loved. Every holiday was an occasion at our house. And could my mom keep Christmas. She was a tree trimming, light hanging, fruitcake making fool. Mom, if you are reading this ( and I know you are) I want to thank you for giving your whole life to your family and making my world a safe and beautiful place to grow up. Have a happy Mother's Day. I love you.