Wishing Her Happy Birthday
Twenty-nine years ago today (well, a few days prior) I was huddled in a doorway waiting out a tornado in rural Missouri. My mother was visiting from Paris, France where she and my father were living. I remember shopping for Sesame Street bedding for her crib and being, oh, so pitifully poor. But I had my new baby girl to bring home and I adored her. I still do.
I am so proud of her and what a wonderful woman she has become. And I’m so grateful that today I don’t have to work (because so often I DID have to work on her birthday) so I’m going to go hang out with her and the kids and tonight the family is going to dinner to celebrate.
If you have time, hop over to her blog (http://mamaofthree.wordpress.com) and wish her happy birthday!
(Cindy kissing Evan. I think that’s Evan.)