Happy Birthday to my Mother...

"All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother", Abraham Lincoln.

Happy 67th birthday to the woman who got married at 19 years of age, had three children within three years, waited a few to have me, and lastly had my younger brother. Five children by the age of 26! How she did it I do not know.. but I remember dancing in the living room to Mitch Miller albums, taking walks to the local corner store, playing outside in the leaves, eating a full dinner every single night, even as we got older and she worked full time outside the home, we had potatoes, a green vegetable and an orange/yellow vegetable. I remember slices of oranges and apples while watching Happy Days or Barney Miller. I remember trips down to the beach which took a whole day to pack the food for. I remember pool parties and birthday parties and Christmases and Thanksgivings full of family and food and love.

Things haven't been perfect, and things haven't always been easy.. but I always, always knew I was loved. Thanks for the wings Mom.... I Love you tremendously...