My Mom is a living, breathing, walking miracle. By all the natural laws of man, she should be dead. But she is still with us.
I inherited her height - and many of her features. Before her hair started to go silver, my brothers and Dad would call me - thinking it was Mom they were calling.
Just Like my Mom, I cook by mixing a hint of this, a dash of that; also the 'dump and eyeball' method.
I love pickles even more than she, but we both love all things chocolate.
Thank God for His loving kindness - and for my Mom - GMG
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!