Today is HER day! She was born May 8th, 1927. She is my HERO, and I miss her.
First some photos for you:
|Pictured in the middle with her parents shortly before her mother's death.|
|With Uncle Fester...oops, I mean chunky little me.|
|On her wedding day--they were 19 years old.|
|In Florida for their 50th anniversary.|
|The family she raised and was so proud of|
Recipes she would share with you if you knew her (Again, click on the colored words; they'll take you there):
Little bits and pieces about her:
How she still touches my life.
What I feel now:
The bottom line.
I always thought it was fitting that my mom's birthday ended up on Mother's Day so often. It just fits! She should be celebrated TWICE in the same day! Wish she was here, I'd introduce you. You'd love her too.