Jennifer Mattson Stewart is 40!

Brand new Daddy and Daughter.  Jen 3 days old.

Could be the cutest picture ever!

Bear Skin Rug~8 Weeks

Grandpa Ross and Gramma Jo 
came to help and visit!
Nap time!

Cousin Rebecca and cute bonnets.

Kicking back in the orange rocker with 
her baby beans and hair brush.

 

Only Picture of Jen and her

 Daddy's brother, Uncle Gary

Mamma and Jenny

More hair

 

And some more HAIR! Ugh!

 

Cuteness

Grandma Gloria and Grampa Fred

She loved this Baby Beans dolly

Jen always has loved Halloween and Pumpkins

 

I made these flat, wooden ornaments 

so she wouldn't break any and get hurt...

we still have some of them to this day.

First Easter just before turning one!

 

Baptism picture at 8

Engaged!

Petals on your Flower, Jen

Happy Birthday Auntie Jen~You are loved!

In the end is is all about growing a lot of love, 

a beautiful family  

and cutting a lot of hair
until we get it right!

Have a great birthday, Sweetheart,

 and many many more.

 After 39  it's upward and onward...

it only gets better.

Thank you for making these the 

best years of our lives!

Beautiful Cake, Lowell!

Josephine Roberta Reese 1919-2003

 When you lose a parent in death, albeit a temporary separation, it is heart wrenching.   On Mother's Day a few years a go I added these thoughts and poem to my main blog.  The three photos on the funeral notice below are of my beautiful Mom.  Nothing can fill the void in my life since she has passed on to a better place.  She is always with me.  I am thankful for that.

My Mother is Always With Me

My mother is always with me.

She's the whisper of the leaves
as I walk down the street.
She's the smell of bleach
in my freshly laundered socks.
She's the cool hand on my brow
when I'm not feeling well.
My mother lives inside my laughter.
She's crystallized in every tear drop.
She's the place I came from
She's my first home.
She's the map that I follow
with every step that I take.

She's my first l♥ve
and my first heart♥break.
Nothing on earth can separate us.
Not time, not space,
Not even death
will ever separate me
from my mother.
I carry her inside of me.

~Author Unknown~
 When I see beauty like this around me
it makes me know she is still with me.

I will be writing more about her for this blog soon.