Happy Mothers Day
Somewhere there is a baby picture of me with my Mama and Daddy. They had me lying on a pillow in a straight backed kitchen chair outside Aunt Maggie's little house. They are both looking down on me and the photo does not show their faces. Of all these old pictures I have, I cannot find that one. It makes me sad. I can't find the picture of Greg and Cassie I have titled, "The Fish Story" either. So, instead I am showing a picture of my Mama with her Mama. Except Mama always had to call her Mother. She said she would not answer her unless she did. I always thought that strange as we never called her Grandmother. I don't know why Mama (and therefore me too) was so short. Grandma was fairly tall and Grandpa was a very large man. It is a funny thing about genetics, isn't it? I have uncles over six feet tall and my Daddy was only 5'7". And sometimes those blue eyes pop up in a family of brown eyed children.
That attitude will take her wherever she wants to go!
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ReplyDeleteThat is so cute--she needs to be grounded more often--so she can just dance :)
ReplyDeleteHow precious...dance indeed. I was helping my granddaughter dry off after her bath tonight and she noticed for the first time that there were ballerinas on her towel. She asked when I bought that and I told her she had been using that same towel since she was born. She asked how I knew she would ballerina ...=)
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