When I was 15 my mother died, leaving two angry teenagers to run the home.
When I was 16 my dad remarried a younger woman, who, at the age of 27 had to come into this home and take care of the above mentioned angry teenagers.
Needless to say there were sparks.
Today I pay tribute to a special woman who, after 30 years of being my step-mother has crept into my heart.
Thank you for sticking it out. Those early years must have been really hard for you too.
Thank you for your green fingers and for designing and planting about 5 of my gardens.
Thank you for my little sister and brother – they add a sparkle to my life.
Thank you for looking after Dad so well
Thank you for being there through thick and thin.
Happy Mother’s Day
Photo pinched from my sister Dale