To a girl
who grew up
to marry a handsome fella
and raise a passel of kids
who turned out pretty all right.
Well, mostly all right. I mean, none of us are on death row or nuthin'.
(My sisters are going to kill me for this.)
We made her a grandma
(Sherri's gonna kill me for this one.)
and they made her a great-grandma.
(Sorry, I don't have a picture of the great-grandkids all together. There's a bunch of 'em.)
But then, she was always great -- loving wife, devoted mom, and the most indulgent grandma ever.
Have a happy, Ma. I love you!
2 comments:
Actually, that's a better picture than the one I thought was coming (I knew one was coming after seeing the one of you and your sibs!). I expected the one from out at Glen's in Locust Grove. This one is from out at Debbie's old place, isn't it? I don't remember that big black dog - all I remember is that stupid goat that used to run up and down the roof in the middle of the night!
Yep, it's at Debbie's. And I remember Daisy the goat, too. She'd always try to climb into the car with me.
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