Happy birthday, Mom
Well, maybe not a real movie star, but doesn’t she look like one? Her dream never was to be a movie star, but rather to become a trapeze artist. A trip to the circus was as close as she got to that, as well, but we all have our dreams.
This weekend, my sisters and I would have celebrated Mom’s ninety-fifth birthday, but we haven’t had the opportunity or the honor to throw such a party for sixteen years.
Mom may not have been a movie star, but I’m sure Dad must have thought she looked like one — and so do I.
Happy birthday, Mom.
