SUMMARY: Thanks for making me me.
I come from a long line of moms. Here's my mom's mom's mom, my mom's mom (and dad), and my mom, with the family cat and collies. Oh, yeah, did I mention that they had collies while she was growing up? We all learned to appreciate and to care for animals from my parents.
My beautiful mom married my handsome dad, then followed his dreams and jobs from her home in New York state, from an area where her family could identify the homes they'd lived in for several generations, across the country to California, then Colorado, then back to new York, then back to California, and she always seemed happy no matter where we went.
My mom gave me the best gift: Me. If it weren't for that, you wouldn't be here reading Taj MuttHall. So you can thank my parents. (Or not, depending on how long-winded I am on any particular day.)
My mom stayed home with me and my sisters, read to us every day, sang us to sleep at night, cooked for us, taught us manners, took care of the house, became my girl scout troop leader for a year or two, baked us birthday cakes every year.
My mom is now in her 80s, still beautiful (she's never gone gray--how come I am??), still has her husband, all her daughters, assorted sons-in-law, and six grandchildren, and she's still there for us if we need someone to talk to.
I'm definitely one of those "you never call, you never write" sort of children, but for some reason she goes on loving me anyway. And I love you, too, mom.
Happy Mother's Day.
Beautiful post. Super photos too -- I love images of days gone by. The first one especially is so cool with all those generations, and the dogs and cat.
ReplyDeleteAnd who's that cute little baby! Awwwww. :-)
She's just beautiful!! Loved all the pictures. Could see you in her face. The reason she was happy no matter where she lived? Because of all of YOU of course!
ReplyDeleteHappy Mother's Day to her!
Rumor has it that she and all of us girls look and sound a lot alike. I see it only sometimes.
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