Today, my Mommy was 90 years old!
90? Seriously?
Even when we told her it was her birthday, She was surprised too!
This was the first time in 13 years that all 4 of us kids had been together in the same room.
Why so long?
It doesn't matter.
What matters is that we were all together for Mommy.
And we had fun. Lots of laughing. Lots of hugging.
Lots of love. That's the best part!
Because Mommy would want that.
Our Mommy is a survivor.
She's survived the depression, picking cotton, being a nurse, raising 4 kids, a son in Viet Nam, the death of a brother in Belgium, during WWII (and whose body is buried over there), the death of a brother to emphysema at 26, the death of her parents, breast cancer, the death of her husband (Pop)... and she has survived for 11 years with dementia and Alzheimer's.
When I was in 20, and went to see an eye specialist in Dallas, we were told "there's nothing that can be done for your eye".
Mommy's said "I'll give her one of my eyes."
Seriously? Yes. And she would have done this for me too.
I wish that Mommy knew about my miracle. But, she will.
Mommy is strong. Because she is a Mommy.
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