Yesterday when I woke I remembered that it was my mother’s birthday.  It’s hard to believe that it’s been nine years since she died.  I was blessed to have a good mother.  I learned a lot about life from my mother; we all do, I suppose.  Mom was a beautiful woman who took pride in her appearance.  I don’t think she weighed more than a hundred and ten pounds in her entire life.  I recently read a ditty that said:  Mirror, mirror on the wall, I am my mother after all.  I smiled when I saw that and thought, “I should be so lucky.”

My beautiful mother with my father.