August 16, 2011

Saint Elizabeth's Birthday

[Sorry, mom. This post is long overdue and back-dated.]

Many of you have been fortunate enough to meet my mother.
If you have, you've felt of her caring and selfless spirit.

Some of you have been privileged to eat her delicious cookies, or pies, or strawberry salads, or mac & cheese, or any of a thousand other tasty foods she whips up.

She's always been there for me, my family, and my friends. Over the years, she's given of her time and talents to a veritable plethora of organizations and activities, from being Relief Society president to PTA president to Cub Scout den mother to tee-ball coach and many, many more.

Talented beyond measure, she chose to put her skills and knowledge to use in our home and enriching the lives of everyone she came in contact with. I'm fairly certain she's earned her sainthood already, so I'll just ask the pope to fast-track that...

Happy birthday, mom! I love you so much!

Here are a couple pics that make me (and I suspect many other people) smile:
Gettin' hitched to my pops.
Rockin' the Farrah Fawcett hair. I'm the happy little guy she's consoling. 
Mom would have done just fine on the prairie. She knows how to get things done.

And here's one of my favorite books that she used to read to us before bedtime:
Strega Nona by Tomie de Paola:

And you can bet my mom does the voices waaaaaaaay better than that narrator.

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