Today would have been Mother's 91st birthday. Whenever I get a new calendar, I still mark my parent's birthdays, June 10 and August 30, even though Daddy died in 1999 and Mother in 2004. Wonder why I do that? I don't need a circle on a calendar to help me remember their birthdays. Hmm.
I have a couple of my mother's Fulton High School yearbooks, which I enjoy flipping through every now and then. Mother was in the class of 1934 and the first in her family to graduate from high school. I am always taken aback by how gorgeous she was. She wasn't voted Prettiest Girl, but she far outshone the girl who was. And I'm not just saying that because she's my mother, either.
Alas, neither Sis nor I - as adorable as we are - reached Mother's level of gorgeousness. On the up-side, our daughters are stunning, so the legacy lives on. And I've never been able to master Mother's innocently-flirty behavior, by which she could command the attention of any man in a room without leaving any doubt that Daddy was the love of her life. Well, it was a gift, what can I say? She was a woman of many talents.
I miss her everyday. It's a hard thing knowing that your mother is not still in the world with you. So I guess I'll keep circling her birthday on my calendars, celebrating the life of the Prettiest Gal in the the Class of '34.