November 12th is the birthday anniversary of my sweet Mutti.
Not a day passes without me sending hugs and kisses to her in heaven.
Some times I write letters to her.
Sometimes I buy her greeting cards.
I feel closest to her when I'm grocery shopping,
or when I'm in the kitchen baking or cooking,
or when I put butter on my toast,
or use butter when cooking,
and definitely when I buy butter.
Did you know she had 22 lbs of butter in her freezers and fridges when she passed away?
Yep, that's my Mutti!
I love you Mutti!
The photo is from 1957, the year I was born. It was the photo Dad used for the family Christmas card.
Dad was cool like that, making Christmas cards. Well, he's still cool!