Happy Birthday, Mother!

Fifty two years ago was a big day for these two fine women. The one on the right gave birth to the one on the left. They are my female progenitors, the women from whom I inherited and learned some of my finest traits. I am awfully glad that my grandmother did such a fine job raising my mother, because I am certain that is why my mother was able to do such a fine job raising me.


My mother has a sister, too, another part of my maternal heritage. I think they are just lovely. You may have noticed, these photos were taken at the Cozy; pictures will never do it justice, but had to try.

I digress. Back to my mom.

She loves talking on the phone...


Casting spells...
Laughing at funny jokes...

Making the trash fit into one box...
And opening presents...
(Looks like she really loves opening presents).

But what my mom loves the best of all is her family!Really and truly, I have never known a person to care about their children more than my mother (even when her children dress like overgrown Christmas elves for formal events and post pictures of her on the internet without consent). She has done everything she could think of to make our lives good and, as our lives have been about as good as lives can be, I conclude that she is quite skilled. Charming, capable, earnest, and bright, she's quite a catch. If you knew her, you'd love her, if you know her, you already do. She's a delight. Happy birthday, mom, and thanks for everything. From the looks of things, you did a great job. We love you!