For some reason, my mother’s thirty-third birthday (April 4, 1965) is a memory to me. I think it was the year I was first aware of her age. I remember her looking so pretty, made up with lipstick and dressed in a fancy brownish-taupe dress with a wide, darker brown silky bow tied at the neckline. I also remember going to Grandma’s for her party. I don’t seem to have a picture from that time, but I do have photos from other times she was all fancied up…
♫ With every button buttoned and every press pressed
They’re dressed up, and aren’t they the best?! ♫
Happy birthday, Mom. I love you!
Some days I feel like I’m still 33 and holding, then I wake up! I think I had been telling, both you and Tim, that I was 29 and holding for so long, I was beginning to believe it… Then you both put your heads together, did the math and finally realized I was just a bit older than 29.
Thanks for being you, and thanks for the Birthday remembrance. Love you always.
Good job as usual. The same sweet little satisfied face on the young lady on the left has been seen before in pictures of little John M., little Tim P. and yes, little Julie too.