Happy Birthday Mom

Sixty eight years ago today, my Mom came into the world. Happy Birthday Mom! I thought of you all day, especially every time I wrote the date. I love you and I miss you.

This is her high school graduation picture. Isn't she gorgeous? Thank you again for scanning it for me, Sarah.

Winter came back today. I never expected the nice, unseasonably warm weather to stay - I never expected it to be here in January in the first place - but man, do I miss it now. It's snowy and blowy and I had to drive home from work at 30-35 miles an hour and I had to park on the side of the road and get out and shovel the driveway before I could park, and I really hate that. Oh well, at least it's exercise. And I'll get to do it again in the morning, because I was just out with Willow, and the snow has all blown in again - my car is completely surrounded. Stupid snow! Ugh.

Anyway, enough grumbling. My sister called me tonight. She hasn't called me in a long time, and I've only talked to her once since Christmas, I think. And we never mentioned that it was Mom's birthday, but now I have to wonder - is that why she called? And she told me she loved me before we hung up, so now I'm thinking that was definitely in her mind. Sometimes it's nice to be reminded that she cares. I mean, I know she does, but she gets very wrapped up in her husband and kids, and it's hard not to feel like I come a distant eighth (she has six kids). But she loves me, and I like when she reminds me of that. I love her too.