Can't believe it's been another year already. Dad and James and I had settled into a little routine of celebrating mom's birthday each year... but each year it gets harder.
Every time it starts to rain I think of Mom even more. She and I both LOVED the rain. We'd always celebrate the first rain of the season. Similarly, she loved all things Iris. So every time I see an Iris, especially the first ones of the season, I can't help but think she's right there too :)
But I REALLY don't want this to be a SAPPY post today, and on one of my fave websites I turn to when I need a little chuckle... I found this. This is something mom may not have done, but surely would have gotten a kick out of :)