My father used to say "life is real." As I get older, I'm coming to understand more fully what he was talking about. I've been in Idaho helping my mom. Miss Abigail is at home, taking on the responsibilities I left to her. Life is such a cycle. As I watch my mother age and become more dependent and less capable of taking care of everyday things, I feel such an overwhelming feeling of love and gratitude for all that she did for so many years. Life is real.
This picture was taken on Easter morning when I was either two or three years old. I am the little blond on the left with the frilly hat. My mom always arranged new clothes for us at Easter--not always a hat, but always a pair of white gloves for the girls.
At this season, I'm so thankful for the blessings I have. Life is real and I am blessed.
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