Circa 1979 . . . I'm the baby!
I love my mother. Simply put, she is amazing. Sixteen children, beautiful figure, healthy lifestyle. She is spiritual. She is kind. She is calm.
Of all the things I associate with her, probably my favorite is BREAD. The story goes that after my parents married, my dad taught my mom how to make bread. {Um, Dad, how did you know how?} Regardless, my mother has baked bread every week for the past almost 50 years. I don't mean the occasional loaf. Her bread was the staple of our family.
I love the picture above because it speaks volumes about my mother. She is working, surrounded by her children, and happy! Happy Mother's Day, Mom!
