Happy Birthday Mom!

I always looked forward to having my fingernails cut when I was a little boy. My mom had this special pair of scissors that she kept in a little case that sat atop the dresser next to my parents bed. The scissors were small but heavy and the blades were curved ~ I thought they were so neat. But the thing I loved the most was that brief moment stolen from an always crazy day when my mom and I would sit on the edge of the bed and she'd carefully clip my nails and we'd chat about this and that. Those nails never grew fast enough and the passing of those moments was never slow enough. I love you Mom - happy birthday!