Today my mom is 82 years young.
She has been in this country since she was 18 years old. Just a few months before she turned 19, she arrived by ship across the Atlantic from Sweden. With her mother and step-father, they travelled by train across the states to California where she has made her home.
This photo was taken just a few months ago in her kitchen. Mom has always looked younger than her age; as a child I was often embarrassed because she didn't look like the other moms. No, she was not the June Cleaver type. All I can say now is I'm grateful to have inherited some of her genes.
Happy birthday to you mom, and many more.