In my early childhood I remember thinking that everybody's moms celebrated a birthday the same day as Father's Day -- nope, just my mom.
My mom's birthday is today. Happy Birthday! We love and miss you.
I have so many fond memories of my mom. As a child, a few that stick out include:
Playing card games with me ALWAYS!
Back to school shopping and letting ME pick out what clothes I wanted--and how to budget for said event.
Making my birthday the occasion of the year (even when I was in college she brought a German chocolate cake to my work so that I wouldn't be "forgotten").
As an adult, a few that stick out are:
- My wedding day and her making me chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast -- a favorite as a child (and even now I guess).
- Giving me "easy" recipes to make for my brand-new husband. Rusty still LOVES the lasagna
- After helping me for two weeks when Ben was born (Meg was 12 months old and Ben a new-born), both of us crying at the door step as she was leaving for the airport. She told me, "You can do this Vicki, you will be okay." After making many mistakes, she was right, I was okay.
- Now making my kids' birthdays the occasions of the year.
- Many hours doing scrap book pages together.
- Laughing WITH me at all the many crazy, fun and blessed events that occur in my life.
This is one my favorite pictures of my mom.
Also a shout out to my dad on Father's Day! As I've mentioned before in a post, my dad is one of the hardest workers I have ever met. He worked at least three jobs during my childhood including his full-time job at Geneva Steel, owning and managing rental units, as well as real estate. Although I never got everything I wanted (although we were the first family in the neighborhood to have a VCR), I NEVER needed for anything.
A highlight of my childhood was taking family vacations. My dad made sure that our family went on at least one or two every year. ALWAYS in our camper or motor home (most trips required a repair in some random town). As a young child it was to visit my grandma in Seattle, Washington, or camping with my maternal grandparents. When we got older we went to Lake Powell, and to see almost EVERY tourist site to see in the Western United States. Even when my mom was too pregnant to go anywhere, we went 45 miles away to Salt Lake City and spent a week there at the zoo, historical sights, Lagoon, etc.
Thanks dad for teaching me about hard work, how to play chess, and the correct way to caulk a tub. Most importantly, thank you for sharing your testimony with me through example. I ALWAYS knew of your non-wavering testimony of the Church as well as love of the scriptures and of our latter-day prophets. I love you.
With my parents and Rusty's mom (Kathy) at the Joseph Smith Memorial Building eating lunch. We then went and saw the movie, "Joseph Smith, The Prophet of the Restoration." It was such a fun day to be with everyone.
Doesn't everyone who goes to Huber have this picture?
Molly enjoying a snack while waiting for Rusty to meet us at Huber's.
Meg, Molly and Grandma Thompson
Sam did not want to pose for this picture.
This is the I'll-give-a-half-smile-effort-for-mom-so-she-gets-off-my-back look. Molly loves this pumpkin shirt.
Sam looks so grown up to me in this picture.
Yet another tractor pose.
Because it was an overcast day, the pictures turned out so crisp. Sam had a REALLY hard time choosing just one pumpkin.
Meg, on the other hand, didn't want to traipse through the mud, and picked the first one she saw.
Molly didn't really want to choose a pumpkin, she just wanted to play with her monkey.
Ben chose such a big pumpkin he had to rest every few steps while taking it to the car.
A yummy country dinner--most things FRIED!
When we got home Meg and Ben needed to do some homework, Sam laid on the couch to watch and fell asleep like this. He ended up staying home the next two days from school because he had a virus. 
