If I remember correctly, and I may not because it was a long time ago, she was actually referring to my reading books while she was trying to reach math.
You have some wonderful memories there to reflect back on Chrissy. And your kids are beautiful and handsome....no wonder, they take after their mom
Thanks Babs but she is more like her father and that side of the family...the brown hair and eyes and also her personality is more like his.
Once you posted a picture of you that she resembled to me. But even if you find her more like her father, that must be a good thing too...since you loved him so much too.
My wife's legs are thin/skinny as well, but the rest of her body is a little on the heavier side. Thing is, neither of us get the exercise we did years ago.
Yes that's true @Babs Hunt. There were times when people said we looked alike, but I don't see it.. maybe because of the coloring. She also doesn't have my personality...my son is more like me...but both are individuals and have their own personalities but both have the basic good values and beliefs that I instilled in them. I think they got the best parts of my husband and of me.
Except for my tummy area, I'm not fat...I don't get the exercise I should either but I watch how and what I eat...always have.
Since today is her birthday, I've sent her several good wishes on Facebook and text and mail...here is one that says it all though.
Are you still here @Crissy Cross? Hi same age and same bewilderment over the passing of the years. Just saw your post and I had to reply. I was at my brother's place for our monthly lunch/catch up when he handed me a large bag and said his wife wanted me to go thru it and sort out the contents. To my surprise the contents belonged to my deceased mother. There were her foto albums from before she was married to her early married life when my brother and I came into the world. You should see the nudie shot of me on a rug. There were albums of we brothers growing up. Some I had not seen for several decades. There must have been four albums of her travels alone. Boy did she see the world. She had also kept our school reports from junior boarding school. I was good at writing but terrible at arithmatic. Mrs Fervent was my fav teacher and Mr Fenton was my worst.