Just a few months ago I was sorting some of my mom’s papers for her and came across something that listed her height. It read: “4 feet 9 inches”.
Whooops. I barked out a laugh. No way!
All these years I thought she was five feet tall, at least. First of all, she always wears heels (gee, wonder why) and secondly, she’s got a BIG personality, which makes her seem much, much taller.
Lastly, she’s “mom”, so no matter how much taller we are then she, she’s still taller. Know what I mean?
She’s an inspiration.
She’s a terrific grandmother.
An honored humanitarian.
A doting life partner.
And a wonderful friend.
We wish we could be with you to celebrate, but know that you being you, you’re out on the town, having a good time and living large (and tall!)
Mom: you’re the best. Happy, happy birthday!
Love,
Your kids (who you absolutely never ever drive bananas)
🙂
Loonyville 