Only since I became a mother have I realized how strong a mother's love is. My mother and I have an on going fued about who loves who more. Even though I'll never concede that she loves me more I think she knows she's right. My mother has devoted hours, days, years helping me grow physically and spiritually. Here she is helping me at a young age to walk with my tiny cast. I was born with my foot turned in and the cast was used to help correct it. Thanks to my parents wise decision to have my foot corrected at a young age, I was able to have a normal childhood, twirling, whirling, and dancing.
-Michelle
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Where is my picture on the side of this blog? I have TON of memories of my next door neighbor parents. Like your mom wouldn't let us say fart. Only the fabulous word FLUFFY. I can remember the (BEAN) car and how Eric and I had to push it to get it going. You saw your moms foot every morning stick out of the car and push as it rolled down the drive way.
I remember your mom coming over to scold me about beating up on her sweet little boy (eric).I would always go and hide because your mom scared me.haha:) I wished you guys still lived on Palmyra. Love you guys.
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