~ My First Mother's Day ~
last picture taken before i gave birth to our Kathryn Sophia
meeting our sweet girl...fresh from heaven
my lil bestie
my face pretty much sums it up
Happy Mother's Day, Mom Grant!
Luke Joseph's "birth"day ;)
Luke's Dedication Day
just love these.
bowl cuts must have been the 'in' style for kids
because i remember my sisters (Kate & Nell)
and their little blonde bowl cuts just like these two cuties!
CGA Days (PROUD mom!!)
Happy Mother's Day, Mom Korday!
My mom prego with me.
my dark-haired parents and their two blondies! lol!!
my mom prego w/ Nell.
my mom was actually prego w/ Kate here.
I love my mom. so much.
radiant 'Mimi' w/ one of her (many!) littles
Grama Grant w/ her first grandbaby
a beautiful woman inside and out!!
my likewise beautiful mother w/ Kathryn.
this pic is kinda special since my mom is a firstborn
daughter holding her firstborn daughter's firstborn daughter.
quotes from brainyquote.com & quotegarden.com
credit for the layout goes to my youth pastor/high school english teacher/friend, Brian Wasko
(check out his site HERE)
A mother’s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them.
HONORE DE BALZAC
A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
I am sure that if the mothers of various nations could meet, there would be no more wars.
PETER DE VRIES:
A suburban mother’s role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.
A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie.
OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES:
The real religion of the world comes from women much more than from men – from mothers most of all, who carry the key of our souls in their bosoms.
WILLIAM D. TAMMEUS:
You don’t really understand human nature unless you know why a child on a merry-go-round will wave at his parents every time around – and why his parents will always wave back.
Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That’s his.
Sweater, n.: garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.
NOTE: going to post some more 'childhood' pics of me soon - have to find them first! haha!!