Happy Birthday, Momma!

You are precious to Me and honored, and I love you.
Isaiah 43:4 TLB

Have I told you lately, how much you mean to me?

You were my first best friend.

My first memories I have are of me and you sitting in the swing on the front porch of our house in Walkertown listening to the rain. I think that is where my love of thunderstorms came from!

And driving in the car singing, even though I would cover your mouth because I didn't like the way you sung!

I remember you teaching me to ride my very first bike at Mama Jo's house when I was 5.

In my teens I remember going to the mall and you buying me my first outfit from The Limited. I felt so special and loved by you. After shopping, we would always eat at Annabelle's restaurant. I felt so grown up!

You put up with a lot of angst from me over the years and no matter how much we argued, I always knew you loved me.

When Clyde died in 2002, I thought I had lost you as well. He was your baby brother and the guilt you carried from his death changed you. You were so sad but you showed it in other ways.
It wasn't until Papa Bud died that you finally allowed all that grief to show. It was good that you cried it out for so long. Your body and your soul needed that cleansing. And we finally got our 'old' mom back. I had missed you so very much.

You are a even better grandmother and my children love you so very much. Living so far from you is the hardest thing we have ever had to do. We miss you so much. It has forced me to realize how much I took you for granted. I promise I will never do that again.

I wish I could be with you on your birthday, you know I would be there if I could. But know that you are loved--- as much as love can ever be felt--- and that I thank God for such an incredible, loving Mother whom I am so blessed to call my best friend.

I love you forever!

Love,
Trinity