Here are a few things a son remembers about being with his Mom over the years:
Laughing so obnoxiously at Johnny Carson's corny and predictable monologue jokes that Dad would try to preempt us by giving the punchline first and then when we would still laugh when Carson repeated it, Dad would get up and leave the room. At that point we could not stop laughing. And it happened at least once a week!
Eating the box of peanut clusters before we made it to the check-out stand at Shop-Rite and proudly putting the empty box on the conveyor belt. That happened alot, too.
Getting stuck on the railroad tracks and having to drive (bust) through the wooden cross-arm to escape. When you are only 5 years old it does not take very long for your life to flash before your eyes, but it does leave a lasting impression!
Wondering where you learned the phrase, "Listen kid, don't you get snippy-snotty with me!"
Sunday dinners of london broil, salad, egg noodles, rolls and angel food cake.
Roger and I trying to figure out which was of us is, "Rayger" and which one is "Rogmond".
Dad's face when he could not pull his car into the 2-car garage because you tried to exit it by making a U-turn (rather than backing out) and gave up at the point where the car was sideways and blocking both entrances.
Watching you do puzzles...jigsaw, cross-word, Jumble, whatever...for hours and hours.
Saturday morning doughnut deliveries.
"Mom, you are his 85 year old grandmother, you can not yell, "Kill'em Taylor!" at his lacrosse games anymore!"
And, yes, you are, "The One and Only!"
Happy Birthday to us!