We have a little tradition around here. Every year, on what would have been my mom's birthday, we celebrate. I tell stories, I show pictures, I pick lilacs, I smile, I laugh and I remember. And we all eat chocolate. Always chocolate. My mom never would have had a birthday without chocolate. That's for certain.
It's been nearly 21 years since I lost my mom. It's hard to believe I've had more living years without her than I've had with her because I carry a piece of her in my heart everyday. Who I am is because of who she was. I'm thankful for that.
I bet she would be mighty happy to snuggle her newest grandbaby, Miss Anna-Kate (along with her others, of course). Everytime someone asks Anna-Kate how she got her name, she'll talk of being named after her grandmother. I'll make sure to keep the stories coming so those memories live on.