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Happy Mother's Day, Muzmicky!

I feel like I'm getting old, but I don't see my Mom as old. Heck, she's in better shape than I am! She could outwalk, outswim, outlast me... she'd beat me in "Survivor." Mom is 66. That's young, in my book. When I was 18, I thought 30 was old and 50 was ancient. Now that I'm 41, 60 don't look so bad. (while I'm boasting... my 75-year-old dad still plays racquetball with men 20 years his junior!)

Mom was a stay-at-home mom, which was pretty common in those days. She tried working at a little cafe called The Strawberry Patch for a short time, but we weren't the best latch-key kids. I remember calling up there and telling her the house was on fire. I really wanted my mom home. Now she's working at Joli, a classy boutique in Centerville, Ohio, selling really nice clothes to rich people.

We live in Texas... she lives in Ohio. Much too far apart for my taste, so I'm trying desperately to move back there. Keep praying, Mom.

Who can find a virtuous woman? Her price is far above rubies....
Her children rise up and call her blessed.
Proverbs 31

Well, this child is rising up. Bless you, Mom. You are the most godly woman I know. The most virtuous. The best Mom a little girl could hope for. I am thankful you found the Lord when I was a child and you raised us "in the nurture and admonition of the Lord." I know that's very "King James", but hey... we grew up on it! I'm thankful for being dragged to church three days a week. I'm thankful that you taught me how to be a good mother. I'm thankful that you prayed for me when things were at their worst. I'm thankful for you.

I love you, Mom.