There! I said it, it really was no secret. All my brothers and sisters already knew. There has always been a special place in Ma’s heart for her baby. Maybe it was because of the dream she had before I was born, hence the name Angel. Maybe it’s because I’m silly. Personally, I think it’s because I had to put up with so much crap from my older brothers and sisters. She had to feel bad for me. Right, kids?
Anyhow, today is Tuesday. Tattletale Tuesday to be exact. Let me tell you a little about my Ma and more about why I’m her favorite. HeeHee.
She graduated Roosevelt High School in 1949. She had been following my Dad around Roosevelt since the 8th grade. Every time she tells the story of my Dad she gets so love struck. It’s too cute. The two of them got married in 1953, and had eight children together.
Look how cute she is. So vertically challenged (I got the short gene in my family, another reason why I’m her favorite) she had punk hair…for her day. You can’t see it very well in this picture, but the back of her hair is brown. She would always color the front of it blonde. Many of you are wondering who the extra’s are in this picture. The handsome fellow on the far left, is my cousin Jon. He was living with us at the time. The lady right next to Jon is my sister-in-law Jeri. She married Mark, my oldest brother. Let’s continue on the back row. After Mark is Steve, my Dad, Mom, and Shawn. In the front…the cutie is myself, sitting on my sister Michelle, followed by my brother Kelly, and Channie is wearing the red pants. Gotta love church photos. I remember that shirt. I hated it. It was a sucker to get on and off. I wore it maybe two times, but it was cute!
I’m not 100% sure if these are them in the above picture, but my Mom had a pair of “Playboy” glasses. These glasses had the little playboy bunny outlined in jewels on the lenses. Yes, she would wear them to church. As I type this, she’s becoming a little bit of a badass rebel. She’s always been cool, I’m just now realizing how cool she really is!
In 2006, my Dad passed away. Mom then decided to move back to Provo to be closer to her non-favorite kids. Since then, we have all had great opportunities to spend extra time with her. She’s so funny. We will take her to get her hair done, and she will come home and redo it. She can’t leave it alone for a hour. It’s the thought that counts…right?
Make it known, I have some stiff competition! Only reason being…we don’t have a Savers in Farmington. My brother is always sending me reasons why he thinks he is the favorite. They look something like this….
Let it be known. I love my Mom. I wouldn’t trade her for anything! If any of you have a favorite memory of this sweet lady, I would love for you to share it. Lorna, your last birthday doesn’t count. 🙂