She’s my mother 🤍.
Today, she turns 99.

Ninety-nine years of quiet strength — of sacrifices no one ever saw, of love freely given without expecting anything in return. A lifetime of caring, teaching, forgiving, and holding others together even when no one noticed.

I don’t know how many more birthdays we’ll be blessed to share, but I know this one matters. It carries gratitude, memories, and a love that stretches across generations.

If you have a moment, please leave her a kind word, a prayer, or a simple blessing 🙏✨.
It would mean more than you know 🤍.