Moms birthday

A checker board birthday cake.

Mom with
Uncle Art

Here's the spread.


Yep, I used the chargers again.

Happy birthday mom. My present to my mom was throwing her a birthday dinner. Of course she helped pay for it, so it wasn't really all that great a present, but I think we all had a good time.

What can I say to the woman who has raised me? A great big thank you for sure.

Thanks for:

-seeing that I got my medicine every four hours when I was sick (even though this meant getting up at midnight and 4 a.m.)

-making my lunch for school

-driving me when I missed the bus

-helping me memorize lines the day before I was supposed to get it done for class

-paying for 10 years of piano lessons

-enduring said piano recitals

-putting my hair up in curlers on Saturday night when I wanted curly hair for church

-teaching me how to cook and clean and do laundry and dishes ect...

-taking me out driving with my learners permit, even though I scared the crap out of you that one time.

-being there when I was babysitting and had a question

-buying us kids grape bubble gum

-taking me with you when you went shopping at the air force base, and for letting me put non-essentials in the shopping cart.

-for not giving up on me, even through the teen (and some other) years.

-for taking me to the doctors when Andrew was oblivious and I thought I was going to die

-Thanks mom, for loving me, and taking care of me and for all the other millions and millions of things you have done for me and taught me.

Mom, I love you.