Happy Birthday, Mom. I miss you.
Remembering you today, as I heard the "sausage-eggs" screaming at each other in the tree tops.
Happy Birthday, Mom. I miss you.
Ashlinn and I were watching a show about avalanche rescues, and it reminded me of when you slid down the mountain, got hung up in a tree, and nearly cut your finger off with your ice axe!
Happy 70th Birthday, Mom! Thinking about you a LOT today. Thought I would celebrate in your honor by going to bed for three days straight! Hope that Gizmo is making good company for you. Love you always.
I tried to blame the windstorm and power outage on you last night, but Ashlinn said it was just the weather. Either way, you would have loved it. I'm not sure how you managed to get in to the weather control room, but I hope you are having a really good time!
Today is a hard day. It felt like you were sitting in the front room enjoying the Christmas tree last night, and in fact, maybe you were, because the sunrise was gorgeous this morning.
