This is how I always remember my mom; dressed beautifully, sitting up straight and elegant, and dressing me up, too. I remember that mink wrap because it still had a head on it, which probably explains the look on my face. I can’t remember a time when mom didn’t look beautiful and put together. She sewed almost all of her own clothes, and mine, too. And of course she was a wonderful cook.
I love this photo because we looked so happy, and mom had her ever-protective arm around me. I always felt safe and secure with mom, and of course I thought she knew everything and could fix anything. At 93, she still is beautiful with a sharp mind, reads a couple books a week, plays suduko, Words with Friends with several people at a time, and still dresses nicely and puts on her make-up every day. I am one lucky daughter to have her as my mom.
Your little girl loves you very much, mom. Happy Birthday.