Today is Tounces' birthday. This is her, looking all sassy at the poolside, circa back-in-the-day. Could she possibly be any cuter? I think not.
Look at her. Hair all done up, likely drinking some kind of adult beverage and watching her kids splashing. She was probably feeling thankful that she'd paid for some solid swim lessons (and also dreading the mounds of kinky, chlorinated hair that she'd have to comb out later on that night.)
Yep. It's Mom's birthday. We've been loving on her so far and don't intend to stop. JoLai is here and that's good. This day is going to be hard for her. It already has been. But it's been good, too.
|Deanna, on that same day in the pool|
It's her first birthday since the new normal started, so there will be icky parts. Thinking of the perfect celebration we had for her last year has been bittersweet. Sweet because it was so full of love and special moments. Bitter because Deanna was there in person but can only be at this one in spirit. I just thought of something--there was a little video clip taken of Will and I from that night. It was a pivotal moment captured on film that Deanna thought to grab for posterity. I have always loved that it exists, but now will love it even more knowing that it was taken with her eye. Yes. We're missing her today. Especially today.
That said. There will be toasts. There will be hugs. Wine will be poured and just as we promised last year, we will always, always let Mom know that we love her more. More than she will ever know.
Happy Birthday, Tounces.
New to this blog since last year? Read about Mom's perfect 65th birthday and see that little video clip here. We are a very blessed family. We know that. Thanks to all of you for continuing to think of us -- and especially her.
This one is for you, Tounces.