Sunday to Monday

It's her birthday.

Well, it was. Yesterday, mom turned 61 years old. Ginger and I got to make her another pathetic Sunday breakfast. I'm definitely not her when it comes to the food creation.

She wasn't feeling great this past weekend, but we managed to get out a tiny bit. We're ready for mom to bounce back to her feisty self. I'm sure she will, just not yet.

We brought her a small collection of new hats and mostly--I think--she just wanted that little girl next to her. Even if she wears her out.


  1. Love these pictures...there is nothing as healing as a grandchilds love! Praying for healing for Paulette.


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