Today is Delores’ birthday.

I was up at about 4 am just thinking about memories I have of this lady, my other Mom in this life:

• Mom’s best friend
• My first babysitter, at least that I can remember
• The best board games were at the top of the stairs
• Sheets and towels drying on the clothesline just outside the door, and she didn’t mind if I wrapped myself in them
• I don’t believe she has ever in her life raised her voice in anger
• Working at The Medical Center
• Ginger, the wiener dog
• Penny, the cocker spaniel
• I don’t think her hair has ever been out of place
• She always had the best junk on her Christmas tree
• Harold
• She let me eat what I wanted
• Miniatures and shadow boxes
• Nativity sets for Mom at Christmas
• Many evenings spent on the patio, just visiting
• Taco Johns dates with Mom
• Her hugs
• Riding my yellow bike with the flowered banana seat to her house just down the street
• Her cards
• She always gave Mom the best birthday and Christmas presents
• Knowing I am loved by her no matter what

Oh, there are so many more memories. I love Delores. She is the definition of a lady and a role model in my life. Someday, I hope to be just like her.

So, today, I am grateful for Delores and for her friendship to my Mom and my Dad, and me. I am grateful for her cards she sends, her silliness and ability to tease, her care and concern for our family, her dedication and example to her own family. I am grateful for her witness and example of trusting in God no matter the situation. She deserves nothing but the best this life has to offer.

Happy Birthday, sweet friend.