Happy Birthday To My Mom in Heaven

Most people think their Mom is the best. I don't think my Mom was the best, I KNOW my Mom was the BEST MOM for me!

Each year that passes since my Mom left this mortal life doesn't get any easier, it just gets different. I remember different qualities I love about her. I think about lessons she taught me. I think about her quick wit, her love for her family, her service to others.

I want this to be a happy post since it is my Mom's 67th Birthday. Even though she isn't here physically I'm going to choose to celebrate the amazing Mother I was blessed to be raised by.

I love when I'm told I look like her. I just wish I could cook like her. The best Cinnamon Rolls you will ever taste were cooked in my Mom's kitchen or the kitchen in the Carriage House at Greene Gate Village to be sold in Judd's Store (you better get there early because the sold out quick every day). My Mom was famous for her baking and cooking. It was a true talent! This talent skipped me but my daughter inherited this gift.

I can't find my favorite picture of my Mom and I so these two will work. I was raised with values, structure, discipline and a whole lot of love. I always knew I was loved. When I was a teenage I wished my Mom didn't have this "Mom intuition" of when I was going to do something I shouldn't. I was a little on the rebellious side and I wasn't very fond of having an over protective Mother who saved me from myself on more than one occasion. I get it now. I am that same kind of Mom. Someday I hope my own children know that I didn't make decisions to make their lives miserable, I made them because that was what I felt was best. My Mom did the same for me. She was usually right and possibly always right because I wasn't allowed to do something, I didn't have to find out if it could have turned out bad.

My Mom LOVED each one of us kids. She loved us equally but differently. We each needed something different from her. We had our own personalities and she recognized that. I had a special bond with my Mom from the time I was born. I'm the oldest of 5 children. When I was born my Dad was stationed in Louisville, KY for basic training. I met my Dad when I was 5 months old. Of course I don't remember any of this but Mom told me the story often. In my adult years my Mom became my best friend, my go to, my shoulder to cry on and my greatest source of advice. She picked me up when I was down and couldn't get up on my own. She loved me, guided me, took care of my kids while I went through a messy ugly divorce. She never judged me and always gave it to me straight. No sugar coating and I appreciate her every day for that.

My Mom loved my Dad! My parents were great examples of love and respect to each other. My Dad worked hard at his day job as well as farming and raising cattle to provide for our family. This allowed my Mom to be with us kids. Family meant the world to my Mom. She loved family parties and always cooked and baked up a storm to make sure no one left hungry.

The Grandkids were all loved and kissed A LOT! Sometimes more than their liking but they always knew Granny had their back when Mom or Dad were mean. I got threatened more than once with, "I'm calling Granny!" She would rush out to save them or come pick them up to go get a ice cream cone and talk about why they should be obedient. My Mom had a special bond with my daughter that still brings tears to my eye's. The Day my daughter was born made my Mom a Granny for the first time. I knew watching my Mom snuggle my daughter in her arms that they would have a special relationship.

I really wish she was here to love on my Grandson. She would adore him but I have no doubt that he knows her well and got a overload of kisses and nibbles in heaven.

I am grateful everyday for the memories. That Heavenly Father gave her to me. That I got to learn and be loved by the Best.

Happy, Happy 67th Birthday in Heaven Mom! Thank you for being mine and still letting me feel you near every once in a while.