My Mother

Today is my Fabulous Mother’s

Birthday.

Never mind how old she is.

It’s just a number anyway, right?



In grand ol' tradition, Mom sits with a
"boyfriend" found in Utah.



They are celebrating in Lake Louise today.

It’s a gorgeous resort in Alberta.

Up in the mountains.

With a fabulous ski chalet.

35 years ago, they did the same thing.

35 years ago my Mom was so excited

to spend a romantic weekend with her

wonderful husband at a lovely place,

that on the way out of the house

instead of walking down the stairs

like the dignified mother of 5 she is,

she hopped off the corner into some snow

like the giddy girl she was feeling.

She fell.

She sprained her wrist.

It just added to the romance.

Her sweetie even cut her steak for her!

When she got home, her doctor son-in-law

took one look and pronounced it

BROKEN.

Having never broken a bone in her life,

she didn’t know what it felt like.

She just knew it hurt.

It wasn’t fun.

But it’s one of my favorite stories.

And leads to lots of other favorite

stories that radiate out of that cast.

She is an amazing woman.

She is an amazing role model.

She is an amazing example of Christ-like love.

She is loving.

She is patient.

She is kind.

She is humble.

She is wise.

She is LOVED.

She is MY MOTHER.