Pick me...

He announced, "our precious Rose is going to have another child." As soon as the words were out there was a scurry of little feet and a million hands in the air. "Pick me, pick me!" The excitement was palpable.

In spite of all the lovely little children vying for His attention, He looked straight at me and said, "I'm going to send you. She will love you unconditionally and teach you every single thing you will need to know. You have been blessed."

My heart stood still for suddenly every wish I'd ever had was coming true. My Rose, my Mother, my everything. Each thing I learned about her was so facinating. She loved me. she taught me. She put up with most of my nonsense. She set the most beautiful example of all that is good in this world. She smelled good.

Yes, I have been blessed. Blessed a million times over!

Happy 90th Birthday, Mom!

Today my precious Mother turns 90! Can you even imagine? She was born on July 7, 1919 in Byron, WY. She was born in her parent's bed in a small log home. Only a few days before her birth her Father cut an opening in the log wall of the bedroom to insert a window. She was told that it was a very hot summer and her parents thought she might be born on July 4th. Instead it was 7/7/19 - it was on a Monday on the 188th day of that year.

She is a beautiful and classy lady. She still lives in her own lovely home and keeps very, very busy! She has a zest and positive view of life and the world around her. Most folks who know her can't believe that she's beginning her nintieth year because she looks so much younger than that. This is a woman who is always a lady... always! She is a class act in every sense of the word and always gives of herself 100%.

We're having a family party for her on Saturday, and I will post some pix of the shin-dig soon.

Wishing you the happiest and best day ever, Mom. May you always feel the love that surrounds you each and every day. You are the best example of where life can take us. You give your love to us all so unconditionally - you are our everything!

Always there...

Today I needed my Mother. I needed to talk. She was there for me like she always is. She listens to me quietly, asks questions here and there, confirms that she understands what I'm trying to say, and gives her advise when asked. She understands me, how I feel, and why I feel the way I do. She's empathetic, lovingly kind, unconditionally my everything. She has the ability to validate things for me. The things I'm feeling always seem justified after I've talked them over with her. No, I'm not obsessed. No, I'm not crazy. Yes, I am concerned. Yes, I care.
Thanks for always being there for me, Mom. You make me feel loved. Always... ♥

Kylander girls do lunch...

It's become a weekly tradition for my two sisters and I to go to lunch with our Mother. Every Monday our Mom (who just turned 89) and our baby sister deliver "Meals on Wheels" to local senior citizens and they come by and pick up my older sister and I - we work at the same place - and off we go! We have such a pathetic choice of places to dine around here that now we choose our eatery by the criteria of wherever there's a close parking space. Some lunches are enlightening, some are gripe sessions, and sometimes we just eat! It's a chance for us to catch up and touch base with one another and talk about our thyroids. Would I lie about something that important? Never...