In honor of my mom’s birthday this week, here she is as an infant with her dad.
Mom was the fourth of six children, born while the family lived in Colorado.
She has an incredible song catalog in her head, remembering countless songs all the way back to ones she sang in high school chorus.
She is also a child whisperer. Children are drawn to her: grandchildren, grandnieces and nephews, friend’s children. It may be because of the silly songs or the dramatic storytelling she does, but I think it’s more than that. I haven’t quite put my finger on it yet, but one day I hope to.
She is the peacekeeper and mediator in the family, always working to build bridges and deepen relationships.
Happy Birthday, Mom/GrandKat/Grammy!