Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that supposed to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. ~Toni Morrison, Beloved, 1987
Who loves us
In spite of our
Flaws and prickliness.
The one who gave us life
And sacrificed her own hopes
To keep us happy, safe, and clean.
How can we ever thank her enough?
But perhaps she doesn’t need repayment.
Note: This poetic form is an Etheree. Today is my mom’s birthday (I won’t say how many!). Happy B-day, Mom!
Sisters may share the same mother and father but appear to come from different families. ~Author unknown
Sprung from the same womb
Competitors for too long
Now we’ve become friends.
Note: Happy Birthday to my sister and friend!
Happy Happy Birthday to the cutest little senior dog in the world!!
Little Domer walking along the beach on the Mississippi Gulf Coast
My dearest son:
May your thoughts be as glad as the shamrocks.
May your heart be as light as a song.
May each day bring you bright happy hours,
That stay with you all year long. ~ Irish Blessing
Love you forever!
May love and laughter light your days,
and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life’s passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours!
— Irish Blessing
Happy Birthday to the Best. Son. Ever. — Love you with all my heart!!
You’ve missed me, haven’t you?? Mama’s busy now that The Kid’s home, so once again, I’m commandeering her blog.
Because today is special. Can you guess why??