Today is my mother's 75th birthday.
You may have seen the previous post, and know that we took her to Las Vegas to celebrate her birthday. Our goal was to celebrate her at least 75 times during the course of the weekend. We toasted with Champagne, had cake, we sang, and toasted some more...
She emailed me when she got home and said, "I think you all said happy birthday more than 75 times."
This photograph of Joyce was taken in 1963 at my Nana & Papa's 50th Wedding Anniversary party. Here, she was making a toast to her in-laws. We made the photo into a card and decorated it with her favorite - butterflies.
As kids, whenever we would ask how old she was, she would always say 29. So...
Joyce turns 29...
...for the 47th time!
Happy Birthday Ma!
We Love You.