If you’ve visited this blog more than once or twice, you may be aware that the Hubs and I like to celebrate anniversaries. We have enjoyed our “dating anniversaries” for many years, a number of times in San Antonio, where we met, and this year was no different! Except this time I’ve coined a new corny term!
A permanent tribute to my Mom, after her long struggle with Alzheimer’s Disease.
What a long, strange trip it’s been. My Mother and I did not have the greatest of relationships during most of my lifetime. I can safely say that we were never close, never felt that bond that so many Mothers and Daughters share. I was a tomboy from an early age, preferring horses and even model cars to girlie stuff. I was my Dad’s daughter, taught to use tools, mow the lawn, drive a stick-shift car, at an early age.