Thought I'd share with you what's been on my mind all day.
August 14th will always be a special day to me. It was my mother's birthday. And although she was born on August 14th and we always celebrated her birthday on that day ... at age 70, she learned that her birth certificate read August 12th as her birthdate. That bothered her no end.
We still only celebrated on the 14th.
And today was no exception. Although I didn't throw her a party, she did remain on my mind all day. She was a very special lady. Not a mean bone in her body. Not a hair out of place. And I never noticed before, but she had a winning smile.
And she loved that little peanut she was holding. Loved her more than life itself.
Happy Birthday, Mom!