Mimi

Today is January 26, and it would have been my mother's 92nd birthday, if she were still with us.  She loved her birthday.  It was well-celebrated, and she did love to celebrate.  Daddy would shower her with all-things-girly:  flowers, a mushy card signed with "Guess who?"...a gown and robe, perfume, fancy dinner out.  He was one of the big romantics, and she loved it. 

When she turned 40, she was getting over a bout with German measles.  I was 10 years old and was worried she'd always limp...or maybe die, as in my small world, that would have been devastating.  She had developed a syndrome, as she recovered from measles...and it was slightly crippling for a while.  That was in the days of active polio, and that was my secret fear.  I didn't want my mommy to have to be in an iron lung.  But all ended well.  She recovered, and Daddy gave her a big party.  Their friends came to our house and celebrated well into the night, complete with confetti and horns.  I remember it well!

Often, her birthday celebration was shared with their dear friends, the McNeeley's, as Dr McNeeley's birthday was the 27th.  They looked forward to this get-together.  All four are gone now.  Wonder if they'll celebrate together tonight?

So...Happy Birthday, Mother/Mimi/MeMaw...we all miss you and D-daddy.  You were a good mother and grandmother, and we love you.  See you in the by-and-by!