Somebody turned 80 years young yesterday.
Someone I love and admire.
Someone that has been supportive and thoughtful and caring and helpful.
Someone I try to model myself after in many situations.
Someone who loves my kids like crazy.
Someone who thinks of others before herself.
Someone who insists on doing the kids chores when she's at the house, despite my protest.
Someone who has accepted my extended family, despite the fact that we often 'put the fun in dysfunctional'.
Someone who, when she calls the house, asks if I have time to talk instead of just starting in.
And most importantly, Someone who welcomed me into her family with loving, open arms and insisted that I call her mom.
Happy Birthday, Mom!
I love you skyfulls!
Thank you for all you've done for me and the family.
I am proud to know you and have you in my life.
I am a lucky, lucky women, indeed.
How many women can say as much about their mother-in-law?
We had a lovely dinner at a local restaurant and back home for carrot cake and ice cream.
Uncle JD was able to come from Colorado to help us celebrate mom's big day.