My mother, Mary Trehey Peterson. Born in 1914, she was a stunner, huh, and a true Irish Rose.
Keith's mom, Trudy Boenk Yoder, from sturdy Dutch stock, practical and smart, with her tiny granddaughter Brynn Lamb.
Where would we be without our mothers?
I'll tell you... nowhere.
Pity those who don't have a strong mother to guide their feet... for their path is hard and stony.
We were blessed by God to have our mothers, and it stood us in good stead this week.
We thank everyone for all their prayers, we felt them around us as we gathered to celebrate Brandon's life.
Those of you who left comments, we appreciate each and every one, and I can tell you... I would not have posted today, except that Keith begged me to, he was so thankful to read all your kind words.
Our hearts go out to you for your friendship and prayers.
I hope the mothers among you had a wonderful Mother's Day. Tomorrow I'll tell you about ours.. it was good, don't worry. Spent here at home, where we are so happy and love so well.
That's our little story for today from Calamity Acres.