I was born on Halloween, my dad on Thanksgiving, and my mom was born on April Fool's Day. Yep, it's true.
The irony oozes from these dates we entered the world because I don't like candy, scary, or strangers, my dad doesn't like to be told by the calendar when to express gratitude, and my mom is no fool.
No matter how old she gets, she remains wise beyond her years and young at heart. Her sense of humor breaks the rules of survival. Her love runs deep. Her joy is genuine. And her servant's heart is bigger than anyone's I've ever known.
She can see the positive in absolutely anything, except in using her sewing scissors to cut plastic tags off clothes. (Don't do that. She will say your name is mud.) She can remember everything about me, except my name. She called me Na-Beth and Precious Girl a lot. Close enough. She can make 4 dozen cookies, bake 12 dozen zwiebach, and do 5 loads of laundry before I wake up in the morning. And sewing is like breathing to her. She has made me countless shirts, shorts, skirts, and the best twirl dresses a girl could dream of.
She has been in the same two Bible Study groups for over 30 years. She is an amazing friend, loyal and true.
She loves me more than I can even understand or fathom. And oh am I ever grateful that she's my mom.
Happy April Fool's Day Birthday Mom!!!!!!! I love you. You don't look a day over 64. :)
p.s. i typed this in the largest font just for you. ;)
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