My mom, my hero...

When you were a child...did you know what you wanted to be when you grew up? I did. I wanted to be my mom. I can remember when she brought my brother home from the hospital...side by side we each would bathe our babies...mine of course was my baby doll.

My mom is such a lady...she is the most devoted lady I have ever known...one thing I remember about her during my school days was...she never gave up. She would work with me on a school project or whatever needed to be done and never give up until we were finished. She kept our house clean and neat...she was a loving and excellent wife. She is one of seven girls in her family, born right in the middle.

I love laughing with her. I love crafting, and baking with her. I watched her when my dad was diagnosed with cancer...even when her heart was breaking...even when she lost him, the love of her life she handled it with a grace and beauty.

I have been watching her my whole life. She is my mentor, my friend, my hero. I have carefully taken note off all that she does over the years...I have to admit...sometimes, I still don't feel like I am a grown up...but when I do...my answer is always the same. I want to be just like her.
This lovely lady pictured above with my Brittany is my mom, her name is Dora...and today is her birthday. I am so thankful for her...to spend time with her. She is a wonderful mom and grammy. I hope that she has many, many more birthdays ahead.

Blessings!
Joyce Marie