My mother is the only person other than myself for whom I make socks. She loves her collection of handknit socks. She likes to show them off and carefully darns them when they begin to show signs of wear. For this birthday, these socks were added to her collection...
|Doesn't she have great ankles? Sadly, that delicate bone structure was not part of the genetic legacy passed on to me.|
At 80, Mom is going strong. She lives by herself in the house she and Daddy shared, drives herself wherever she wants to go, and is in remarkably good health. I keep waiting for the day when I can beat her at Scrabble (a game at which my family is insanely competitive), but that day has yet to come.
Happy Birthday, Mom! You are a daily inspiration. I love you.