I'll never forget the day you were born. You were perfect. Not just healthy perfect, but so beautiful that my internist stopped by and would hold you and rock you ....in awe of your beauty....and that's the truth. You continue to be beautiful inside and out. I am proud of the woman, wife, mother and daughter you are today. I love you.
That's right, it's my little girl's birthday. Well, my middle daughter. Since she works long hours and yes, her husband just left three days ago for Iraq, the kids wanted to fix dinner for her. Actually, my granddaughter made the dinner with my help, and her brother decided on the menu. Stuffed baked potatoes with the works.
JJ bought his Mommy gifts and flowers.
He also bought her a tiara...
The kids were happy to smother their Mommy with love.
And when my grandson got carried away, You-know-who got jealous.
My granddaughter made a chocolate cake with ice cream filling in the center.
And yes Grandma J dove right in.....my bad!