Happy Birthday Mom! Your birthday was always such a special time. I remember how we used to celebrate it every year.
Daddy used to give you special gifts, I remember how your eyes used to shine when you opened them and your sweet smile as you read the note he attached. I remember how you used to like the gifts that we gave to you even though they weren't very nice.
I remember how you liked that cake I baked to surprise you when I was ten. It was a hideous thing with its brownish orange frosting. I had tried to mix the coloring like the instructions said to make a lovely purple but it hadn't worked. But you seemed to think it was one of the prettiest cakes you had ever seen.
I remember when I was 11 I tried to sew a dress for your birthday. The color was pretty but my sewing ability was not, especially since I had to hurry so you don't happen to see it before it was done. You wore that ill fitting dress for a long time and never seemed to mind how dreadful it really looked.
I remember how the boys used to make things in the shop for you and how you had a shelf in the bedroom to display everything they gave to you.
I remember how even after we children started families of our own we still gathered to celebrate your birthday.
I miss you Mom. You were the best Mother a child could ever wish for and I still love you very much.