And though I wouldn't dare blog about her real age, I will blog about how much she means to me. After all, it's her birthday. God couldn't have provided a better mom for me and my sister. I love her more than she'll ever know and I'll forever be thankful for the decision she and dad made that would allow her to stay at home and raise my sister and I. Our house was the place to be. I enjoyed being at home but not only that, my friends enjoyed spending time at my house as well. I think a lot of that was the atmosphere that my mom created.
One of the things I'll always remember about my childhood was when my friends and I would be playing in the backyard (it was usually either wiffleball, football or basketball) and out of the house would come my mom, carrying a tray full of snacks and a cup of cool-aid for each of us. How sweet is that! My mom has always been a servant who loves to give herself to those she loves.
Mom, we love you! Happy Birthday.