History of me

Morning Glory!
That was the first phrase I heard most mornings in my young life. Back then it was not a welcome thing to hear especially during my teen age years, the morning after a late night party. Whew... I'd have paid mom to keep the blinds closed and let me sleep half the morning away to recouperate. In our house, what mama did, said or thought was the way it was. Can I hear an amen? Mom has beautiful choir type vocals, so after she would walk into my room, open the blinds and say ever so cheerfully "Morning Glory", she would step into the kitchen (the room directly beside mine!) for coffee and begin to sing, Oooh whaaat a beautifuuuul Mooorning!, Ooh what a beautiful daaaay! It was the source of great irritation to me then. Now it brings a smile to my face.

I was the third and last child in our family, with two older brothers, me being the only girl let me tell you there was favoritism going on in our household. I was and still am "Daddy's little girl". My oldest brother being the first born and six years older than me, never was around much. I don't know where he was now that I think back but I don't remember him being home much. Mom was and still is closer to my second brother than any of us. I truly did have a "Leave it to Beaver" life. We still amazingly live within 20 minutes of one another. So today I have a sort of "Pollyanna" outlook on things. Not to say we have not had our share of unfortunate events however, a charmed life is to date how I would summarize my life, most thankfully!