Today, for nostalgic reasons, I was reading back through the carefully and lovingly written baby book that my mother kept for me.

In a simple, vintage way, without fanfare, it was stated..."A baby girl arrives".

With a colorful, vintage style baby announcement card it was shared with family and friends that I indeed had arrived.  My mother tells the story that she grew up with seven brothers (she was the oldest), and up until the moment that I was born, her doctor assured her that her little BOY would soon be arriving.  Thus, the fact that I was their first baby and I turned out being a little girl, she was elated.

She wrote down every little detail that could possibly be shared about me, including all that I ate at each meal and how many times I brushed my teeth as a toddler.
I had a happy childhood and so many special memories.  I was given two brothers and two sisters.  And I was the self-appointed "mother" that kept them safe and alive:) (their stories are endless and embellished a bit, each time they are told).  You know, it all seems impossible to me that here I am 57 years later...

...as a grandmother to little ones like I once was.  Today, I treasure each moment.  I thank God continually for His undeserving grace, mercy, and care in my life. I thank God for my journey on this earth, and for the family and friends who help add joy to my days.  I am thankful too for all of you who visit my blog and allow me the privilege of sharing my life with you.