Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Oh my goodness! Your mom's cinnamon rolls were the best! I loved it when she made them and you would bring them for us to eat on the bus, on the way to a game. Nobody could make cinnamon rolls like your mom. I loved visiting your house. Your mom and dad were always so welcoming. There were times during the summers I would ride my bike to your house, finding you had gone into town for something. It didn't matter. Your mom would always invite me in, we would have a nice little visit, then I would peddle back to Marquette. Those were the days! God blessed all of us with your mom. With joy, remembering your mom... mary
