Sunday, June 30, 2013


It has come to my attention that I am the mother of a 50 year old woman. How did that happen?  It seems like yesterday that she was born on a 106 degree summer day - she came with the most beautiful head of dark hair, perfect little fingers and toes and beautiful deep brown eyes. A treasure tied  up in one sweet package. She still has it all and then some.
Happy Birthday, dearest Anne, you make 50 a very nice place to be. I love you!



linda eller said...

What a beautiful young lady!

Judy said...

Oh my, she reminds me of my Karen, who will be 52 in October. How in the world did we become Mother's of 50 year olds? Sort of scary, when it was just yesterday that we were that age!!!