Her kids were pretty darn lucky too!
The six of us don't agree on everything,
but we are unanimous in thinking our mom was AMAZING.
This woman loved to hop in the car and go places.
Across the desert! Across the country!!
A full tank of gas made her happy.
It spoke of POSSIBILITIES.
Across the desert! Across the country!!
A full tank of gas made her happy.
It spoke of POSSIBILITIES.
She was an earthy gal,
finding joy in the seasons, the critters,
the light on the mountain, a spectacular cloud formation.
She appreciated beauty and taught us to look for it.
If there was an adventure within arm's reach,
Mom was game.
She was taking flying lessons and planned to become a pilot.
Instead she raised a flock of kidlets
and gave us wings to rise on the wind currents.
Unquestionably, we are all adventurers.
(Thank you Dad, as well as Mom.)
I know my mom had one birthday which wasn't very fun.
It was her 29th.
finding joy in the seasons, the critters,
the light on the mountain, a spectacular cloud formation.
She appreciated beauty and taught us to look for it.
If there was an adventure within arm's reach,
Mom was game.
She was taking flying lessons and planned to become a pilot.
Instead she raised a flock of kidlets
and gave us wings to rise on the wind currents.
Unquestionably, we are all adventurers.
(Thank you Dad, as well as Mom.)
I know my mom had one birthday which wasn't very fun.
It was her 29th.
It was SUPPOSE to be fun. She got gussied up for a Halloween party . . . in a pumpkin costume (Dad was the pumpkin's escort.)
Then a certain daughter put a monkey wrench in the plans. Perhaps this little gal didn't like being a part of the wacky pumpkin decor. Or maybe she was just feeling cramped, because she began kicking and hollering "Let me otta here." From what I've heard, she kicked hard enough to send a whoosh of water onto the carpet at the party house.
So, the poor birthday gal had to excuse herself as politely as possible while that daughter of hers continued with out-of-control gestational tantrums. They lasted for HOURS and HOURS.
Then a certain daughter put a monkey wrench in the plans. Perhaps this little gal didn't like being a part of the wacky pumpkin decor. Or maybe she was just feeling cramped, because she began kicking and hollering "Let me otta here." From what I've heard, she kicked hard enough to send a whoosh of water onto the carpet at the party house.
So, the poor birthday gal had to excuse herself as politely as possible while that daughter of hers continued with out-of-control gestational tantrums. They lasted for HOURS and HOURS.
However, there WAS a silver lining.
My mom and I were able to share
54 birthday celebrations TOGETHER
due to the events of that day.
My mom and I were able to share
54 birthday celebrations TOGETHER
due to the events of that day.
3 comments:
Oh, Ginger. What a gorgeous tribute to a wonderful woman. I am amazed how much of her I see in your face. But more, how much of her I see in your heart. It made me cry in the end. How strange mortal life is, but there's that veil - and you and I, we'll show up at some eternal adventure with our moms, now our best friends, in tow and have a great time together someday.
I loved reading this and seeing the pictures too.
Thanks for sharing Ginger. Grandma was such a beautiful person and did so much good in her life. I think of her often and at times feel her watching over me. Love, Jennifer
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