Today is my mother’s birthday. She would have been 93 this year. She couldn’t have been born on a more appropriate day.
Mama was light, and mirth, and joy. She was happiness, enthusiasm, and energy.
She was creative, and stylish, and young at heart – even when she was old.
My mother was a breath of fresh air, an encourager, and a promoter.
She was loyalty, and determination, and depth.
Happy Birthday, Mama. Thank you for bringing the new life of Spring into our lives all year long, and throughout all your years. I love you.